Hullo! It’s me, Custard.
We all know I’m the real brains behind this blog so I convinced mum to let me write (dictate) another entry. Anyway I have something really exciting to tell you about! I got post! Real post, delivered to me, with my name on it & everything.
This never happens.
The postman & I have a long standing mutual hatred of each other. He has no reason to dislike me, look at me, I’m freaking adorable. I loath the man. I detest his silly little red van, his smile, his incessant cheery whistling and almost everything else about him.
One day I’ll get him, just you wait & see.
But not today, today he brought me a parcel so he can live. For now.
So, you might be curious as to what was in this gloriously addressed cardboard box. It was a treasure trove!
Pooch Pack thought I might like to try one of their monthly doggy surprise boxes so sent one over. Now I’ll dispense with the hyperbole & try not to exaggerate here… but I think I can safely say that this delivery is the best thing that has ever happened to anyone ever in the history of the world. It’s amazing!
I got a squirrel (not live, sadly), treats, bones & this really cool egg thing that I’ve been chasing around the kitchen all morning.
I’m told a box a month costs about £17 and you get exciting new stuff every time. I can’t recommend them enough.
If you fancy treating the fluff ball in your life you can sign up here, pop my name into the promotional code box & they’ll knock a fiver off.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to snuggle up with that squirrel & enjoy my bone. Cheerio!
