Here are some of the daily doings of Plum and her owner.
Back home in London already! I found what I assume was a "Kentucky Fried" Chicken bone on our canal walk one evening, it smelled divine, but Andrea SHRIEKED at me like a demented person, till I dropped it in fright, then she threw it in the canal (she knows I am not brave like you so wouldnt dream of jumping in after it), she said dogs choke on chicken bones but as I told you before I think she is mad, and I think she would like me to just eat . . . SAMPHIRE!
In the street near our house there are LOTS of kentucky Fried Chicken bones because people just drop them there. Sometimes I get them but usually Emma puts her whole hand in my mouth and gets it out. Then she THROWS IT AWAY! In a bin. So nobody can have it. I don't know what's wrong with her.
Dear Plum, Sorry I've not been in touch for a while. I've been a bit busy, sleeping in the sun. Anyway I thought your pictures of Scottish nature were the loveliest things imaginable, until I saw the last picture of you and realised nothing could be lovelier than having an e-friend like you. love, KatiePs: Lucky you with the bone. I could send you an ear of wheat, if you're interested.
No thanks. But thanks for the nice thought. Your friend, Plum x
Awww...I had to chuckle at finding the Kentucky fried chicken bone! :)
You wouldn't have laughed if you'd seen the fight I had with Emma about it... She is SO UNFAIR.