Pawsing for attention

The Boy Of The House has flu this week. Proper flu. Not man/boy flu that's a glorified cold. Proper "couldn't-get-out-of-bed-to pick-a-£50-pound-note-off-the-floor" flu.

Now, between you and me I'm doing all right out of this. Because the Lady Of The House is bustling around the house and every time she passes by we have a little fuss. And yesterday she brought the B O T H downstairs and bedded him down on the sofa so we could all watch some films together. And I'm still getting my three walks a day across the nature reserve....but, a girl's got to take any opportunity for extra attention. Right?

So last night when the Man Of The House came home and sat down in the living room, I kept waving my paw in the air - looking extra-pathetic - until he held it.

He gave me lots of fuss and attention (I think he thought I'd not had lots of fuss during the day - which wasn't true - tee hee!!), but every time he put my paw down gently, I gave a little sad "woooo-hooo" noise and waved said paw in the air again until he held it.

I thought it was really funny. But the Lady Of The House took these photos and 'busted me' by telling the M O T H that I'd not missed out on strokes and hugs all day.

Some people! Honestly.


Busted! L O T H! Why did you have to tell him the truth?