“Millie,” My sister panted coming into our room.
“Mums coming to do her monthly “visit” in our room. What if she sees them?” She asked anxious. I. Although she was still down stairs they were definitely becoming louder.
“Oh no. I can’t move them. They’re sleeping. If I move them under the trap door they will start barking before I can get them out of sight.
My mind was racing. But where would we hide it all? The dog toys, spare collars, beds, and them! How were we supposed to hide my dogs now?My mum was about to open the door. All of a sudden…