Uh oh. Something's up. I can always tell.
Gail went in to the box room last night and dug out a suitcase. I know what that means. And I'm wise to her tricks. She tried to divert my attention by giving me supper early whilst she started sorting out clothes and stuff. As if I'm so stupid I won't realise that I'm about to be abandoned.
Perhaps if I rush around the house looking all anxious and pleading then she'll feel so bad she'll take me with her. Yes I'll try that first and save the incessant barking routine for later.
It's never much fun when Gail goes away. And of course, how do I know that she's coming back? And who will help me write this blog?
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