Joanna let me through the gate. This never happens. Sometimes I manage to race past her when she is tired and slow. But today she held the gate open for me. I was excited, thinking perhaps we were going on an adventure!
I was wrong. My first clue that something sinister was a foot, was Joanna going upstairs with one of my towels. Her cheery tone and the fact that she had no reaction to be picking up one of shoes was all the confirmation I needed.
Joanna was going to give me a bath! Time to run. With the shoe still in my mouth I sprinted back into the kitchen. Joanna followed. Soon I had her engaged in a game of chase around the kitchen table. I was hopping to tire her out so that she would lose intertest in giving me a bath. I was wrong.
Once she had got her shoe for me and put it back in its rightful place, she picked me up and carried me to the dreaded bath room. Well at least the water was warm for once, and I do enjoy a good roll around with my towel afterwards.
