Last week, I met Poppy in the park. Lloyd turned up too!
I was very happy to see him because, as you all know, we are deeply in love.
Poppy tried to seedoos him. Here is some photographic evidence of her shameful behaviour.
We played in the water too!
Can you tell Lloyd only had eyes for me?
If you only have time for 1 video, see this one! Make sure you see the end bit!
After the park, Poppy came over to my house.
I told her she had to stay outside because she was wet and sandy and would get into trouble with The Typist if she came in, but she wouldn't listen.
"Is this your house, Georgia?"
"It sure is small."
"I'm sorry Typist. I tried to stop her. You saw that, right? She doesn't know how fierce you can be."
"Come on Poppy! Let's play!"
But Poppy didn't want to play. She just sat and sulked.
"You know what Poppy? You're a lot more fun in the park."
Then she had not 1! but 2! of my special stash peanut butter bikkies! turned around and went home.
If you ask me, having friends over is highly over rated.
Good news though! When Poppy's human saw how crappy our garden door was, he offered to help us fix it. He came over yesterday. It was supposed to be an easy 2 hour job just fixing the bad bits. It took more than 8 hours, a whole new door got built, it's now today and they still haven't finished.
"You hold the top Cushion, and I'll hold the bottom."
ThaNk yOu Mister Matthew! It was very kind of you to help us fix the door. Thank you Miss Jenny for lending him to us :) X
P.S. and a completely unrelated subject.
The Typist is sure I'm related to Porter, one of the New Zealand SPCA driving dogs!
What do you think?Of course, personally, I'd rather be chauffeured around.