My gran is one of them there dog experts. I are a dog expert but that is because I are a dog. Dad says Mum is not allowed to become a dog expert because they have billions of dogs, no money and their cars are a tip. There is also nowhere ever to sit in a dog experts house. Gran does sometimes despair of me cos I do not behave like wot most of her dogs do. I do not be liking balls and things chucked. I are not motivated apparently. I do not much like treats and if you think Ill be jumping over weird things for the chance of getting half a sausage sometimes... well... Gran and Mum have conversations which start have you tried...? and end up with a lot of sighing and scratching of heads. How-very-ever... the big news is that gran has recently handed over some new treats for me. These are homemade and are basically the dried insides of rabbit and tripe. I are pleased to say that I will consider doing sit for these treats and will even take one on a walk. This is a major break through apparently cos I usually just spit them out and belt off again. Dad is a bit worried now. He spent an interesting time with a torch looking underneath the computer desk tonight cos he thought a mouse or something bigger had died underneath it (this has very actually happened before) only to discover that I had hidden one of the smelly treats in my bed. Dad says everything is beginning to smell a bit expert round here and could we all go back to being amateurs. It smells nicer.
Posted on: Tue, 07 Oct 2014 21:01:06 +0000
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