Poppet loves her dinosaur. She has him with her when she naps. She carries him from room to room. She plays with him and, of course, she always wins. She also makes sure that it is always Dinosaur who is responsible for any wrong doing!
“Poppet was it you that put muddy pawprints everywhere?”
“Not me, that was Dinosaur. I saw him”
“Poppet was it you that ate Grumpy’s dinner?”
“Me? No definitely not! Mr Dinosaur ate it – he was sooooo hungry!”
“Poppet did you steal Daddy’s wallet?”
“I was just trying to find his credit card…wuff I mean no not me. That was most assuredly Dinosaur!”
“Poppet have you seen the important papers I was working on?”
“Mr Dinosaur wanted to play with them. I told him no, I did really.”
But the wonderful thing about Poppet is the way she is always so happy to see me – even if it’s only been a short while since she last saw me. The happy look in her eyes, the waggy tail, the leap into my arms to give me puppy kisses. It’s also the way she curls up on the sofa and puts her head on my knee when I’m ill, or sad, or feeling alone. She looks up at me with her beautiful eyes to say “I’m here”.
And, of course, she always gets forgiven. After all, I love her just as much as she loves me!
Just because 