New squeaky toy

Ann’s friend, Fiona, came round for dinner tonight and she brought me a belated Christmas pressie. It was a squeaky bone that could be filled with treats.

I hadn’t eaten all my dinner so Ann put some of my dinner into it. I loved retrieving my dinner from my squeaky bone. And then I squeaked and squeaked and squeaked and squeaked it.

Ann got fed up with me squeaking it so she put it on the breakfast bar and I couldn’t reach it. Boohoo.