You know those days when you’re lying in bed, resting your paws, a bit bored because it’s raining outside and you don’t do rain… and then someone arrives unexpectedly and your day improves by about 150%.
Well, that was my afternoon yesterday when Grannie turned up to say hello. Oddly, whenever we visit my Uncle Bracken and Grannie, I avoid snuggling. Grannie has to chase me if she wants a cuddle. Mum has a theory about this. A few years ago, when I was a very young dude, the Parents left me with Grannie while they travelled up north and down south (I didn’t realise it at the time but they were thinking of relocating and going to live somewhere new), and since then I’ve always been wary when we go to Grannie’s in case they have any such plans again. So whenever Grannie tries to come near me, I make my escape!
When she visits us, however, I have no such worries. Bring on the cuddles, I say. And I wouldn’t say not to some of that Marks & Spencer chicken breast you have in your shopping bag. Yes, Grannie visits come with tasty perks.