There's nothing quite like sleeping in your own basket is there? Had a nice lie-in, begged for a bit of bacon, brisk walk round the Valley Gardens, bit frosty on the old paws today, curled out a couple of very satisfying logs, back home for a dog chew and now about to settle down for a power nap. All is right with the world again. Apart from that annoying itch that I seem to have returned from Stalag 49 with, she told me she was clean too. Pooh count: 3, nice business if you can get it.
Is a sheepdog and his two-legged is a farmer. Frank was out with him in the tractor drilling wheat last autumn and they unearthed a rusty old lamp. So the farmer hopped out of the cab to have a closer look at it and gave it a little rub on his jacket, as you do, and was amazed to see a genie appear and offer to grant him any wish he wanted. Well the farmer thought for a moment and then said "I'd like the price of wheat to go to £200/tonne!" So the genie sighed but said "OK, I'll sort that out for you then, you greedy bastard" and popped back into his bottle. And the farmer casually tossed the lamp into the back of his cab and got on with his drilling. Well they were out again this morning putting a bit of nitrogen on, Frank and the farmer, and the farmer spotted the lamp and gave it a little rub again, just on the off chance, and you'll never guess what happened, the genie popped out again, and said that he'd grant the farmer one more wish. So the fa...