The other night when Mom and her roomie were switching rooms, I wasn't allowed to go upstairs and get in the way. So I was downstairs with Nan, and just like whenever I am nervous, I started puffling. That is Mom's substitute word for what starts with an F and rhymes with heart. LOL.
Nan thought maybe I had to go so she took me for a walk, but nothing. I wouldn't puffle on the walk either. But back in we went and I was at it again. Good thing they moved rooms quickly or else I may have stunk everyone out of the house! Do you guys have any nervous habits?!
Scouter-Roo on Aug 01 at 09:04 PM