Walkies in the Valley Gardens with Him. Slipped the lead, rolled in some shit and then ate it. Result. Met "Jazzy" a five month old border terrier, nice tits but a bit young for a dog of my mature tastes. Slept on the settee and in front of the fire when we got back. Barked at the postman, the guy shoving leaflets through for that new Indian on Kings Road, and the fat bloke from up the road.
She came home early, then they both went out for lunch, the tight bastards. Heard some mutterings of them going away this weekend, you know what that means - Stalag 49 for me. They never take me anywhere, the tight bastards. Might piss in the kitchen again tonight, that'll teach them. Wonder what's for tea, hope it's a roast dinner. Pooh count: 4 - so far.
She came home early, then they both went out for lunch, the tight bastards. Heard some mutterings of them going away this weekend, you know what that means - Stalag 49 for me. They never take me anywhere, the tight bastards. Might piss in the kitchen again tonight, that'll teach them. Wonder what's for tea, hope it's a roast dinner. Pooh count: 4 - so far.