Playing "find the Chilli".

It's a game I play with Tyson whenever "I" can't find her.
"Tyson.. find the Chilli!"
I know she's here somewhere but I can't find her. His nose & eyes are so much better than mine.

He found her, in the study under the desk behind the safe.
As normal, he pinned her to the floor licking her, doggie slobber for me to brush out after, nuzzling her to the ground. He spun her underneath him. Stood over her...

She bit him on his "....."

HE THEN PURPOSELY SAT RIGHT ON HER TO STOP HER BITING HIS .....! Arghhhhhh! (On both of their behaves)

He just sat there. Till she meowed.
"Get off you fat wombat!"
Then it was kisses all round as Chilli preened his face & Tyson slapped on somemore doggie drool as Jess barked at Tyson!

Get off the kitty you little turd!

Silly dog

What a pair! Good luck getting the slobber out of her beautiful fur!

I towel dried her last night. She was dripping wet! I had to dry her off & Jessup also had to kiss her to make sure she was ok. A brush this morn. She wasn't overly impressed as she has a brush after dinner. A morning brush is no fun as she just wants to play after a good nights sleep, clagged fur didn't make it anymore enjoyable.

Well.. if you're going to live here Chilli... better get used to it babe!

P.s. my OH got home...I told him what happened as a laughed like a hyena.... he had to pick Tyson up & "flip you" as we say, to ensure his manhood had not been damaged.