I invited Lambie into my shed yesterday evening while I was stabbing away at a Sheeple.
There was a bit of too-ing and fro-ing (plus some sitting down to listen to music).
Of course, he ended up outside (I worry that he will pee).
But obviously Lambie is my darling boy.
Behind him were definite usurpers. He knew that.
The look on Lambie’s face says it all.
NONE SHALL ENTER MUZZAH’S SHED BUT LAMBIE!
He’s a funny boy, but Lambie is my funny boy. Only a Muzzah could love him.