He and I had a game..I’d wake up, and there’d be a Black Megs..curled up on the edge of the bed. As they do..so the first time it happened, I got a twitch happening..big toe..fortunately..and it got attacked. There were no soft paws and teeth were considered part of the arsenal…it was full on dinky die u betterbelievit stuff. not having a doonah plus a blanket, and sometimes a sleeping bag on top of them all was a no-no, I found out rather smartly..and well..it was Hobart after all..on the cool side most of the time. After a few minutes, muggins got tired of this game, and we got out bed.
Now, girls and boys, occasionally I had the female of the species stay over. This particular day..wake up, the girl was still asleep, and Black Megs was…waiting! Well, you just had to watch and see what happened eh! she stirred, rolled over, and …must have presented an inviting target. Silly, me, I could have told her about our game. Well,..Black Megs had gotten pretty good at this game, and..remember, it was no holds barred. Pounce..latch..we took a decent chomp through the sheet..no doonah down there at the time. She sat bolt upright..said bloody hell, and lashed out with the foot she had remaining. Black Megs sailed through the air, bounced off the wardrobe..gave me a ..look, and headed off for the day. I had some explaining to do…