Kizzie played with her funky chicken for months, its sqawk accompanied many tv programmes. Then she chewed it into pieces and it went into the place of no return - the bin.
I was out and about yesterday and saw the duck. Kizzie is happy, we are a little less so, she hasn't stopped quacking it yet!
Today is the day we take Kizzie for her blood test. I want her soft fluffy face fur to grow back, I miss her Rod Stewart impersonation.
This is where Kizzie spends many hours, we don't get passing people but she enjoys a bark at the postman and she can spot her dads car coming.
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