Vernon took my car in to be serviced this morning. The courtesy car he has come
back in is actually the private car of the receptionist. She has a d*g. When
Vernon pulled up in the driveway, Waffles & Francis were out in the sun. Seeing
Paw in a different vehicle necessitated a good sniffing of said *strange*
thing.

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.... it clearly has a d*g smell about it.. This caused
much flehmaning, flattening of ears, converting tails into bottlebrushes and
the elevation of fur along the spine... Hehehehe ;-)

I think thay'll be glad when we have our nice, newly serviced, non-d*g-scented
car back ;-)

Cheers, helen s

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