Tis the Season....

[doglets]

Frodi sighed, his breakfast bowl, still empty. Seren as usual was late.  Usual cacophony as Seren launched downstairs bouncing off every step. “Kerpow, blam, blam,woooooooooo”

Frodi tutted but then stopped mid-tut. Instead of the impatient, surly, bumble bee demanding twice her body weight in food, a vision of pure loveliness sashayed in to the kitchen. Seren had a hypnotic aura that just needed something, if only Frodi could remember what....

“Clang” shouted Seren as she clanged her bowl

“Well Hello ” smoozed Frodi “Nice Clanging Serena”

Seren flopped into a sit and splayed her back legs in front of her, Frodi swooned. I looked down and screamed “OMG, Hippy, 999, the puppy’s dying, blood everywhere!"

“Neckled it” said Seren looking back up at her audience “Sat on bambles?”

Last time Seren had a sore wotsit it was due to an unfortunate prickly flange on the learning curve.

Frodi had gone deaf (er), was doing flirty wags, ears fully upright, with a gormless smirk.  

“Oh” I said dismayed “Frodi, you dirty old...don't lech at the puppy”

Seren is oblivious to her new sultry allure. Seren thinks poor smitten Frodi just wants to play as he traipses longingly after her. Radiant siren Seren, ships will flounder on rocks and next doors usually mellow, silent bulldog has been yelling how much for a paw job over the fence.