The Princess and the Penny

We loved having Cherry's Aunt Anne over to stay with us from London las weekend. She made such a fuss of my little princess that Cherry didn't want to see her go. And neither did I of course. She called on Thursday night! She was setting off for Saudi Arabia the following morning; and she will be there by now. I can't wait to hear how she's getting on! This is your cue Anne luv !!!

Now Cherry loves to have a good scratch around, before making herself comfortable in her bed. What dog doesn't. HER bed being in this case, Mummy's squashy plum sofa.They say that this is the instinct of any canine who in he wild would have lain in long grass, and needed to turn and turn to flatten it, and create for themselves a cosy and well hidden little nest.

But in the last two days Cherry had been dutifully following her canine instinct to the extreme, whipping her towel up into a veritable cotton frosted icing extravaganza and then finally flopping on top like the ehm cherry on the cake.

So when Mum finally decided to tidy up after her cheeky pup, what did she find when looking under the towel but - two bright English pennies. And now all became clear. Cherry now complains that she is black and blue from sleeping with a penny under her bed. Just like that other delicate young lady in the fairytale who had similar problems with a very small and seemingly inoffensive vegetable, my Cherry has shown that she is indeed of royal blood!