Harvi

 Did you know that caterpillars have over four thousand muscles? (That has got to be my most random one yet!) 

 I'm on the next Red setter-brothers story and this one is from the perspective of Harvi. I don't really know much about him other than the fact that he looks identical to Cooper so none of this is actually based on real life but in my imagination, he is something like this.

Over to Harvi!

I am Harvi. I am the baby of the family and what you commonly call, a swiftie. Liv is my big sis/ best friend/ COOLEST PERSON EVER! I have only lived here for five weeks so far but it already feels like it has been my home forever because I love it so much! Anyway, at the moment, I am laying at the edge of Liv's bed, watching her upload the video of me and her at Taylor Swift's Eras tour on her instagram thingy.

We were up REALLY early this morning- 10:31! Mum says that Liv is a teenager so she likes to sleep a lot and stay up too late. Liv made me my own instagram account too. My favourite picture is the one where I am wearing big heart shaped sunglasses in front of the Taylor Swift Eras tour poster. 

Liv is about to pull me into a selfie, when I smell the official best smell in the whole wide world: BACON!!!! I scramble off the bed- head first- and sprint down the stairs and into the kitchen as my stomach growls at me again. Dad is making all of my favourite foods! I let the delicious aroma of sizzling bacon, sausages, hash browns and scrambled eggs, wrap me up like a warm blanket. I sit under the table, desperately hoping for some scraps but I didn't get any. 

After I had my kibble, there was still a spare piece of bacon in the pan and it's delicious scent was calling to me, but no one gave it to me! 

Later on, Dad comes in and says, "Come on you two, time for a walk!" 

"WHAT? But Dad! We can't go now! We were about to watch a movie!" Liv bursts.

"Oh come on, you need a bit of fresh air, it will do you some good." He says, and with a lot of  protesting, we are eventually dragged out of the door. 

 We trudge through the wet, squelchy field, mud caking my paws, the rain pours down and dull, grey clouds envelope the sky in its misery. My eyes burn into Dad's back, saying: "Look what you made me do!" (That's a Taylor Swift song BTW) 

I still can't stop thinking about the bacon either, "WHY CAN'T YOU SEE-EE-EE YOU BELONG WITH ME-EE-EE!" (Taylor Swift again). 

As soon as we get home, Liv begins to slather her lips with bright red lip-stick and coat her eyes in thick, black mascara.We are about to post another series of selfies on instagram. She attempts to put some lipstick on me too but the end result made it look as though I had a nose bleed. 

"It's go time!" She declares, taking a sip of her coke, I taste it too but decide that it is far too spicy for my liking. She switches on the music thingy and puts it on our Taylor Swift playlist. 

"Put the money in the bag and stole the keys" She sings. That's it! I should steel the bacon! I have never loved Taylor as much as I do right now! (Especially not when I found out that she was a cat person)

So I snuck back into the kitchen, hoisted myself up at the breakfast bar, and grabbed the bacon before running outside and hiding it in a bush as a snack for later. But then, as I made my way back into the house, the biggest tragedies of all tragedies struck. A cat slunk in and nabbed my bacon!

"Karma is my boyfriend, karma is a cat!" Taylor Swift's voice blasted from the phone, and she was only too right.