Having been woken by a single dog bark, tossed and turned for fifteen minutes while trying to recover that deep sleep you are sure you were in then there comes another imperious summons from the dog boudoir downstairs. You stumble out of bed, reach for a gown and head downstairs where you are met by a very indignant Fletcher. Together you repair to their sleeping quarters where you find Floyd ensconced in the centre of the bed with the object that is offending Fletcher;
As usual Floyd has smuggled his bone in during the night and proceeded to gnaw and munch until Fletcher can stand it no longer.
You reach down, remove the said bone, Fletcher climbs back into bed with what can only be construed as a smug expression and you head back to your bed hoping that sleep will not elude you.
Well it has eluded me, hence this ramble..
Bloody dogs, who's idea was it to get dogs anyway?