It had to happen. I was waiting for it, if I’m honest. I think…
I think the honeymoon period is at the beginning of the end.
Jasper has been incredibly challenging today (a posh way of saying ‘naughty’, and without using swear words), and it’s tested my patience to its limit.
Not content with slyly switching from chewing his toy to gnawing the table legs, he saw fit to do a number on the kitchen floor while I answered the door to the postman – by which I actually mean both numbers, one and two, the second of which he helped clean up himself by eating it.
I wouldn’t care, he’d just been out fifteen minutes earlier, and done a wee!
Since then he’s attempted to chew his bedding and has been generally wilfully disobedient. I told Andrew we should have got fish…