I'm better off outside when I've been eating cat food!
I may be old, blind, and a bit potty – but when I get a chance at cat food I take it.
The big dogs were at the other end of the house and they left the stinky cats food where I could find it, and I was off. Munching and crunching the lovely stuff until I was discovered and sent to rest it off. My poor old insides really objected to the rich and fatty food, but it was worth it.
A few hours later and I was letting off the most discreet but pungent farts that even made my eyes water – but it was worth it. I’m hoping that my insides survive the rest of the evening but what do I care, the big dogs will just have to put up with another nights broken sleep – because I can assure you I don’t care. I’m a blind dog with attitude.
I’m the sort of dog that says Gordon Brown may have a fundamental grasp of economic principles but he’s still looks like he could do with a rocket up his arse – I just don’t care, I’d just feel sorry for the poor rocket!
Hang on I think it’s time for my dementia pill – I wonder what day it is?
