Don't tell him - but I will miss him and his fat tummy whilst I'm away!
Well as you know I’ve been a bit poorly over the past few weeks, and am just getting back to my usual irritable self. I’m back to my usual barking in the evening just to get on the big dogs nerves and getting them up at the crack of dawn to visit the garden.
But I’ve pushed my luck a little too far – and I’m being sent away with smelly Molly for a week. We’re off to Tania’s, which is ok because it’s a dogs only guesthouse, but Tania runs a strict regime and won’t put up with the sort of antics I get up to at home.
It’s all early to bed, late to rise, eat when you’re told to, and I’m sure if it was required cold showers. I like going to Tania’s because she has lots of dogs to stay, and I usually get the sofa or easy chair, but sometimes I have to share which is not a concept that I understand and take to easily. Sharing is all about thinking of the other dog – well bollocks to that concept.
So a week away from my mum and dad. I shall miss them both – but don’t tell them, or it will ruin my street cred as a rough tough dog with attitude.
Molly gets very excited when we come back and runs round the garden. I would like to run round the garden but can’t so I just give a little low key wag of my tail, have a little drink and then go to sleep -but inside I’m really happy to be back home.
I got told off reference Gordon’s erection. Apparently it was the election he was worried about. Still Rastus my mate who is one of the security dogs still managed to put a view of his “special” pills in Gordon’s tea, so at least Mrs Gordon will be able to experience what the whole country is experiencing under his leadership!
More news when I get back.
