The Mrs spent ages making this. This is my worried look! The Mrs wants me to go into telephone boxes and spin round – I usually only sniff around the outside…. The cloak rather intrigues me, I can imagine tearing across the fields with it flying out behind me, rather like my ears on a windy day. The tights I am a little worried about as well – restricting with my four legs, not to mention my bodily requirements/ablutions and what would I do with my tail? Of course the muscles closely resemble my own with me being a fit sort of chap.
The Mrs has mentioned sponges in relation to this hunk and I can only assume she means to give me another wash. Time will tell what the real purpose of sponges and the Superhero will be at the village fete…..The last time sponges were used I pinched one and shook it with all my might and water sprayed everywhere – over the Mrs who was washing her vehicle and the Boss who was sitting reading his Sunday paper. I then had to run off to the bottom of the garden with it before I could be chastised. On being persuaded to return it to the bucket the car washing antics were abandoned by the Mrs and with a crafty look at the Boss, who was busy spreading out his paper to dry before he could resume his reading, she and I embarked on a fun game of catching the sponge which, after each retrieval, was dunked into the bucket to soak and flung into the air for me.
It turned out that newspaper reading and car sponging is not a good combination for a sunny Sunday morning and eventually the Boss retrieved the sponge and finished the car cleaning job himself which I think was the idea the Mrs had all along…..