Like an angry parent, I gave Giorgio a good thrashing the moment I saw my favorite heels torn into bits. Just weeks ago, I even replaced the ribbon rather than to buy a new pair of heels. That's just how much I loved my heels.
That poor fella gets his punishment - no attention, no play, no walk tonight.
He tried to gently sniff the edge of my pyjamas. Trying not to disturb me, but also wanting to try his luck to say he's "sorry".
On one hand, I'm still really angry with him. On the other, it does feel a little heartache to see his guilty face, with ears looped behind and shoulders slouching.
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