In my experience, there’s no understanding Brians. They’re a complete mystery unto themselves.

Similar but cat sized. My cat is obviously your dog’s brother from another mother. I spend my day saying ( read yelling) ‘stop meowing at me’ ‘you’ve been fed’ ‘no I am not going to stroke you till you settle on the bed/ sofa’ and ‘get lost, you’re a pain in the arse’. Does not give a shit.

Don’t forget Rosie’s got a history GCSE tho.

They had not a clue. They had an occasional ‘feeling’. Based on what who knows. 🤦🏻‍♀️