sigh - well it serves me right, I'm trying to have a new regime vis a vis their teeth, so I left the toothpaste on the coffee table (poultry-flavoured, for those of you interested).. today got back from work to find her under her tree (the relaxed equivalent of her bush, and near enough to dash under it at first sign of an approach when she's feeling guilty), chewing something white.
It's an indication of her habits that I thought it was a clothes peg and resigned myself to it. However when Murphy took it off her and started chewing it I thought this was my chance to rescue whatever it was... imagine my chagrin to find it was the remains opf the toothpaste! Entirely my own fault. Then Richard gave me the remains of the toothbrush and suggested I ought not to leave the firelighters (for guide camp in case of emergecnies) on the table too.... good point
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