Scaredy Dog

My room has a French door that gives onto Rexy’s football pitch. If left open when dark then flies, moths, daddy long legs and other insects do tend to invade my room.

Popsy hates insects. He’s far more scared of a small fly than he ever is of a growling pitbull. He shakes all over, head darting from right to left and then dashes into the shower. Where he has been to known to sleep.

Idiot.

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