I am down with a migraine. Very dizzy. Expressed a desire for potato chips because I thought the salt might help.
Holly Mop who was beside me in bed got up and trotted into my office. Came back into the bedroom and very daintily spat out a single potato chip.
Which has revealed two things:
A) that she does understand more of what Iâm saying, and in true Shih Tzu fashion,chooses not to listen and
B) thereâs a stash of stale potato chips somewhere in my office Iâll need to find tomorrow.
Emphasis on tomorrow
Iâve got a Dogtor to cuddle today.

















