I was in the dog-house. Well and truly. For three nights I had whined, refused to go in my own bed and generally been a nuisance at night. Mistress was singularly unimpressed and I got a smack or two which, being a Cairn, meant I did exactly the opposite of what mistress wanted just to be wilful.
I knew mistress would really like me to have one more rosette before the summer ended but it did seem most unlikely. We had a little talk before we went to Great Barr but ... a rosette?
I knew mistress would really like me to have one more rosette before the summer ended but it did seem most unlikely. We had a little talk before we went to Great Barr but ... a rosette?