Re: That dog again
Max blotted his copy book today.
We trotted little Ozzie back home. As usual, Max escorted him into his back garden. Then Max went, uninvited, into the kitchen and scoffed Ozzie's dinner.
I didn't know about it at the time. The girls chatted in the back garden, and Max just wandered in.
I can't really blame him. We humans should have been more aware. Dogs are dogs.