|The LGBB: See doggy. Point doggy. With my cruskit in my grip.|
Jazz: She's got fooooooooooooooood!
|The LGBB: Damn. Cruskit. Stuck. To. Hand.|
Jazz: She's assumed the throw pozzy. Right, so if I sit, I'll get it. Fer sher.
|The LGBB: *Struggling* Oh this bloody cruskit. Maybe if I use my ... other ... hand. Great, now they're both stuck to it. What a mess.|
Jazz: She didn't throw it. She's messing with me. That's it, I'm standing to get closer, in case Pepper gets it.
|The LGBB: Doggy, can you help me unstick this?|
Jazz: Oh heck, I'll just eat it from your hand shall I? I know it's wrong, but it's oh so right *eyes glazing over*
|Woe is the dog who is scolded for taking the food from a baby's hand |
and gets caught by Mummy.