Tuesday to Saturday Mum goes to work, and Dad and I stay home together. As she leaves, Dad and I stand on the back steps and say goodbye – you can just see my fur at Dad’s feet.
I look up at Dad as he explains what we’re going to do; I like to know the plan for the day. First we’ll have a coffee, then we’ll make the bed and put the washing on, then how about we blah blah blah. It’s good to have a plan. Dad and I make a good team.