doris was in a bad mood, so breakfast in bed consisted of a packet of weetabix and a carton of milk hurled at the duvet, which fortunately broke its fall and protected my furniture from serious damage.
i got worried when she appeared with what looked like a tea urn, but she put it under the bed on her side and i realised it was for night time use only, so that was ok.
i started to wonder why on earth i keep her on, but then she charmed me by not hitting me when i came downstairs.
it's going to be a lovely day.
lucreziaborgia
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no wonder you've got a bad back too, you spend most of your life ducking...
Is Doris a dog? I'm impressed, it's very well trained. I suppose you meant 'bite' rather than 'hit' when you went donwstairs.