During lockdown I had to keep myself entertained – so I spent a lot of time calling up my friends and keeping in touch, whilst walking all over my little bunker bitch! It was important to keep him down at heel (hes on the floor, face down in my bunker), while the world made plans to stamp out the virus (I stamp all over him). Hes always ready to lend a hand (I trample his hands), but I never let him get ahead (I stand on his head!). My muddy wellies kept him in his place, at my feet, under my boots, like the trash he is!
