I love it when Lynettea cooks pasta. I love to help her. I love to get a pasta spiral and suck it. If it is good, i suck it a little to make it mushy and flexible.
For some strange reason I am not allowed to do this.
When I tried to do it this evening, she made me go into the hall and shut the door. Never mind, when I got into the kitchen again, I managed to lick her dinner bowl before she could stop me.
Then we went outside with the halter on. As soon as I went through the gate, a big raindrop fell on my back, so I ran back inside. Then it poured with rain. Just as well I warned Lynettea. Otherwise all her clothes would have got wet.