My precious

On Friday I thought I was in for a treat because my mummy stayed home from work.  We went lovely walkies in the sunshine and she made loads of fuss of me.

After lunch a strange man came to the door and I barked a lot.  Mummy explained to me that the nice man had come to fix the hot water and I was quite happy because he gave me a biscuit.  But I was still very excited because I hoped he'd have more biscuits.  So my mummy gave me one of my special treats - she calls them 'my precious'.  They really are very special and I love them very much.  I don't get them very often and I look after them really well when I do.  I walked round the house with my precious trying to find the best place to keep it safe but nowhere seemed right.  I came back downstairs and decided that under the cushion on the couch would be a good place so I pushed it under there with my nose and kept pushing it in over and over again to make sure it was properly safe.  Mummy said I looked really funny because it looked like I was trying to bury my precious.  After I'd made sure my precious was safe I lay in front of it to make sure no-one took it away.  Mummy said I had my grumpy face on...