She came home with a sheepskin, deep chocolate and white, warm. This is the place to sleep as winter gets sharper.
Unfortunately I made such blissful noises of happy sleeping that Pixie and Maurice decided it was the only place to be too, while Kiffer thought a bit more space would be good.
Inspired by the idea of sharing, Rosie and Floss sat in the same dog basket. Then Floss decided that the washing basket looked better. A perfect fit.
Meanwhile Rosie stretched out and had a close inspection of one of Her old paintings She left littering the house in an untidy fashion.