Bathing Paula…

When I first got Paula, she would follow me everywhere – to the kitchen, to the bedroom even to the bathroom.

Paula and her baby...

One day, after she had been with me for about a week, I went to have a shower but didn’t close the bathroom door properly (I live alone – so it didn’t matter). So there I was, washing my hair when a furry critter landed in the bath. I’m not sure who was most surprised – Paula or me! She wasn’t too keen on this wet stuff and the very slippery surface under her feet and I wasn’t too keen at having a pup in the shower! So after much panic on her part and exasperation on mine, we got out of the shower. When I got out, I dripped bubbles from my hair whilst I dried Paula. To add insult to injury, after I had rinsed the shampoo from my hair and finished showering, I went into the sitting room and found that my sweet little girl had nicked the toilet roll and spread it all around the furniture – apparently my interior design needed some help. Do you know how much stuff there is on one toilet roll? A lot, especially when it’s all ripped up!

Note: To the person who said they liked the stories but doubted that they were true –  every single tale about Paula is ABSOLUTELY TRUE and there are more…