Last night was terrible. There were mysterious bangs and flashes and whistling noises
going on all night. I was frantically running round trying to work out where the danger
was so that I could protect Dad and Mum. In the end I decided we had to hide, so I set the
example by making a "den" under the bed upstairs.
Dad thinks I was awake all night as I have been very quiet today. We went out for a
walky in the park though and I gave him a game of football so he knows I am getting over
last night's worry.
This shot is from yesterday, taken by Mum. Dad mentioned the b*scu*t word by mistake and
this is me looking at him for the b*scu*t!