This morning I decided to take Stella for her "gentle stroll around the block" (advised by the vets for post operative recuperation) to collect Demon from her gran's house. GENTLE is not Stella's middle name! I'm thinking more......TANK!
While I was getting my coat on there was a frantic rush for her favourite football. I told her she can't play football yet but it seems that 'No, you can't play it yet you have to be careful' roughly translates to 'Yeh Stella, let's get the ball and hoon around the field like lunatics on dodgy substances!!'
So there I am, trying to get Stella out of the front door. Success, until she shoulder barged her way back into the house to get her football. No Stella! resulted in the ball being dropped. Me bending to pick it up resulted in the ball being snatched by said woofer! And so a battle of the wills commenced....
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