Dried biscuits mixed in with the remains of last night's turkey roast dinner, vegetables and lots of gravy. Northern dogs love gravy. Time for a nice sleep in front of the fire. Might watch University Challenge on catch up later - I got three right last week. There's not many border terriers know the atomic number for rubidium I reckon. Paxman is such a loathsome oik though I find. Might squeeze in (or more correctly out) a swift number two before decamping to the lounge. Not had my dentastix yet, they make me do paw for that, the tight bastards.
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...