But no, my young, naive puppy mind was tricked & I busied myself with tearing it up & having a most enjoyable time with little thought to why mum was trying to distract me.
And look what she did while I wasn't watching! She stole my new bed away & put it in the funny washing robot thing in the kitchen that I like to help mum feed socks to (or more likely rescue socks from, hehehe). My bed had just got to optimum stinkiness & dirtiness after much work & effort from me, so I was not best pleased with mum as you can imagine. I don't want my bed to smell all icky - flowery & clean & girly, I want it to smell of me, all rugged & manly, grrr.
And that's not the worst part, oooooooooh nooooooooo. She also fed all of my toys in there. Again, I had worked hard to ensure they had the optimum amount of drool & gunk on them. Does mum not appreciate my efforts or something. Look at poor Mr Cow's worried face as he dangles there on the line. I tried to reach them to save them from their hanging but they were too far out of reach.
Dino-egg, Do-you-think-he-saurus, Mr Cow, Roger the Reindeer, Alien Ladybird-man., all clean, clean, clean. Even my bandanna with Faya's lovely smell on it got washed, noooooooooooooooo! Why is mum so evil!
Eek, got to run!
Well mum, I gotta tell you, my bed & toys may be clean, but I refuse to join in. I found the stinkiest, muddiest pond I could & waded right on in. Ah, mud, mud, glorious mud! How do you like that mum? Pardon? I can't hear you? What, me in the bath? Argh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!