Hateful bloody creatures.
Just stood there tickling it's tummy and rubbing it's chubby chops like you do to a dog like, while her ladyship was putting its seat and associated trinkets on, and the damned creature saw it's arse with me it seems....according to Mini Moose.
Whacked it's flamin' great head straight into me chest and sent me flying.
Miss Moose was well unimpressed and unsympathetic with me, and told me off for treating it like a dog!
Well? What's wrong with that. Only trying to be friendly like.
Not going again. Give me cars anyday.
Even bloody nags hate me it seems, and Miss Moose isn't talking to me now as she claims I'm "an embarrasment".
Nags/wimmen.