Last week, I’d been out for the morning and when I returned and had put my car safely in the garage, my husband let Little Monkey out of the house to come greet me.
As I was standing at the passenger door of the car, getting things from inside the car, she came bounding up to me, a bundle of excitement and happy energy,
Then she danced off, cavorting round the car and squeezing through the space by the work bench.
Next second, I heard a scrabbling sound and looked down.
There at my feet, appearing from under the open passenger door, was the happy face of Little Monkey.
She was squishing herself under the door of the low-slung car, in the few inches space, belly-crawling her way forwards like a super dog in a Lassie film.
Little Monkey – doing the limbo!