Sunday Strut

I used to go out in the back garden a lot, and under these bushes was my secret hiding place.  It's dark under there and because I am black, I am well camouflaged.

Since Teddy arrived and ruined my good times, I do not go outside much any more because he goes in the back yard a lot. Mum hopes that at the new house I will spend some more time out in the sun because I like doing that.

Hiding Huffle

I am hiding in my bed just in case mum thinks she might take some more photos of me. I tried not to look at mum but she called me and I thought she might have some ham for me. She didn't.

Camouflage

As you know, Polie was sacked as my body guard because he did a bad job. Daisy told him, "You're Fired!" in her best Donald Trump voice. He hasn't spoken to me since, I don't know why.

Anyway, I have noticed that Salvador does a good job of avoiding the flashy beast in our house. Yesterday when he had just woken up from a nap (and therefore wasn't awake enough to try and hit me), I asked him how he did it. (We all know painting him black was a miserable failure)

He said that I needed to camouflage myself, like he does out in the garden. I asked him how he hid himself in our pathetic garden, and he asked me if I had ever seen him in there. I said no, of course, because I haven't. He said it was all due to camouflage. So I gave it my best shot next time I saw mum with the flashy beast.


Do you think it worked?