Because it happened a few weeks back, I can tell you all about ‘the incident’ of the dog lead and the cat. It’s only now I can talk about it (or woof about it) as it’s taken mum quite a long time to calm down about it and I didn’t want to get her started.
I love my mum but she needs to remember just one thing: I AM A DOG
And because I am a dog I do certain things – like chase cats. I love chasing cats. But the other week even I realise I took things a little too far. I chased a cat and forgot I was on a lead and mum was at the other end. The cat went under a car, I followed it, the lead broke, mum hurt her hand and I ran off.
I did come back though, with my tail between my legs. I could hear mum shouting my name. She picked me up and carried me home. She was not a happy bunny (bunnies?? I love bunnies too.. but I digress). She wouldn’t talk to me for ages.
She had to go back to the house where the car was and let them know there was a lead wrapped around their back wheel. Dog lead RIP. That was the last we saw of that one.
On the up side I now have two shiny new leads! Perhaps I meant for the old one to go 
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