Yesterday we had balloons in the office for a colleague’s fortieth birthday. As often happens, during a quiet few minutes people started hitting them around the room. Jasmine got hold of one and very quickly burst it.
Did she run? did she hide? Did she hell! Instead she just went to the next one and burst that too. She’d have had a third except that my colleague wouldn’t let her have it! I’m beginning to think that nothing can scare this little bomb proof dog!