In knots

It's blip and run today, playmates.

Aunty Wendy is coming for tea, and SHE has to cook a roast chicken.

I approve of this on account of I LOVE roast chicken, and I know from past experience, a few scridgy bits will come my way.

I found this long whippy piece of stuff in the garden, and brought it upstairs. Not sure whether SHE approved of it or not, but I' sure she liked the BLOP (that's dog language for blip op).

See you very soon. (Thanks for the comments - I especially liked the one from R times 2 - they totally understand me, and appreciate my difficulties, and how I am put upon greatly).