Everyone knows that the fridge should be defrosted more often than the Dragon does hers.  Once I'd emptied it, it did seem to be a terrible wasteful shame to let the food go off - so I ate it all.  
     Well, maybe I am being a little economical with the truth.  The Dragon forgot to double lock it and I fancied a midnight snack so helped myself to . . . everything!!  That was bad enough, but unfortunately what went in the mouth end had to come out . . . the other end.  My buttocks are still smarting from her shoe on them!
     The Dragon's son is organising a charity auction for the Yorkshire Air Ambulance and Tommy's Special Care Baby Unit.  I am a bit worried because I overheard the Dragon threatening to offer me as an auction lot (with the LOWEST bidder getting to take me home).  I had better start grovelling big style!  I'll practice my 'hang dog expression', poor me, I love you - you're the best thing in my life, droopy ear face - that usually does the trick.  If I start getting on her knee and licking her face now - it could be chicken wings in time for tea

             XX Pim