Lady the Tramp

Here sits self-titled Lady the Tramp, surrounded by generations of hand-me-down hounds, including Daddy's Baxter and Mummy's Doby, plus her own collection of Disney dogs.

 

Today, seeing as the big guy in the sky seems to have left his tap on, we decided to have a Disney theme day in honour of woman's best friend. 

We even invited our very own Cocker, Lilly, to join the snuggle-a-thon. A rookie error. Despite her spanish good looks, I must say, she lacks the elegance and sophistication of her cartoon counterpart: the lovely Lady. Ten minutes into the film and, having disregarded my attack of verbal negatives, she finally slumped into her designated area of couch (which had been circled and treaded to her comfort requirements) and we were able to resume uninterrupted viewing of "Lady and the Tramp."

Look at this old picture and tell me she doesn't look like trouble:

She has horns!!!

In keeping with our film choice, we had a candle-lit lunch of spaghetti and meatballs - though, when I lit the candle before serving up, Georgia yelled "Cake!" followed by the Happy Birthday song addressed to herself.

Here she is, trying to blow the candle out, awhhh. 

For a fleeting moment, she looked disappointed when I didn't present her with a plate of icing. That was, until she remembered she could slurp the spaghetti like straws, and oh, how fun it is to slurp so fast that your mouth pops at the end of a string. We've all done it. The aftermath: mucky paws and a chopful of tomato sauce. Lady the tramp, indeed. 
 Perhaps she deliberately left out the connective?

Time for pretend play, then dishes. Mum, then dogsbody. That's about right.

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