I was in the park this afternoon and there were three other dogs in there: Scrubs, the robber's dog; Barclay, the banker's dog; and Subsidy, the farmer's dog. Barclay says to the other two: "Hey chaps, I've got a bally good idea, why don't we club together and go to the butchers and buy a great big piece of meat?" Scrubs disagreed, he said "bollocks to that, let's just go in the back door and steal a great big piece of meat." Subsidy however had other ideas, he said: "Nah lads you've got it all wrong, let's just hang around outside the door howling and whining and sooner or later they'll just give it to us." It's true I'm telling yer. Pooh count: 6 so far, going for a personal best.
You couldn't make it up could you. I spent much of the weekend dozing on the sofa watching telly. Glastonbury was on, although sad to say there was no Snoop Dog, Bone Jovi or any other canine related artists. The big news seemed to be the lack of female headliners and now we know why as one scored a spectacular own goal. She missed her slot cos she was doing her hair. It takes ages she said. Why NOT start doing your hair well before your show time. Aaagh no where's my handbag I've left it in the car, I've got to back to fetch it.