It comes with pasta.
You can keep the pasta.
I only eat it because it’s very hard to lick all the sauce off without it slipping down into my tummy.
But let’s furry face it – it’s only the sauce that I’m after.
I’d already shined up mom’s bowl and had moved around the table – was looking adoringly at Em.
Sometimes that girl is cruel and heartless – she licked her own bowl.
Right in front of my own puppy dog eyes.
Toughies Fudgie-wena – she said to me – this is my favourite stuff too.
So I went and fetched my tyre, slobbered on it plentifully and dumped it on her foot… well then – you might like to play with me to atone for your nasty behaviour.
Eeeuooowww – Ems yelped.
That’s disgusting Fudge!
But clearly she did feel just a smidgeon guilty because she got up from the table and said we could have a short game.
I know you all think that I only have one thing in mind as far as playing goes and that is my ball – but I do fancy a nice game of tug o’ war as well sometimes.
I’m quite sneaky too.
First I slobber all over the tyre.
This prevents team human from having any advantage at all.
Then I clamp it firmly between my fearsome fangs and charge off to the other end of the garden.
Part of the fun is that they have to chase me to get even a slimy grip.
Much as she loves me, mom is not fond of this game.
My Ems is a good sport though.
She chased me, grabbed her side, sat down on the edge of the stoep and hung on.
I shook my head wildly.
She slid off the stoep.
I tugged and shook a bit more. Sjoe – she’s got quite a strong grip for such a skinny person.
Must be all that hula hooping she does.
She clung to her side of the tyre.
I shook and waggled my bum a bit more.
She flew onto the grass.
Hah!
Sadly I yapped this “Hah” not only in my head but I opened my jaws too – which meant that Ems managed to grab the whole tyre for her own self.
Sneaky wench.
She tossed it back to the other side of the garden.
We left it there.
