talking of supervision...
i heard snoring coming from the dining room... i went to investigate. what the heck is G doing sleeping in there??!
i never thought i'd see the day.
no supervision...ie G thought she was in the kitchen with me; i thought she was upstairs with him...usually she cannot bear to be away from at least one of us for fear of missing something (read: a snack).
every single room in the house is available for her to pee or pooh in. with total impunity.
yet there she is. in her bed of her own volition. with no coaxing, pleading, demanding, or giving in with treats (and the shame that comes with realising one is a totally shite pack leader).
I AM IN SHOCK
i guess her lamb toy is better company than me. i am trying very hard not to be offended.
