This sort of thing happens to A list celebrity canine bloggers like me all the time. Walking round the Valley Gardens this morning and was virtually dragged to the ground and raped by a couple of young playful Bichon Frisé bitches called Ella and Maisie. I mean what is a testosterone filled border terrier like moi to do apart from join in with gusto. The thing is when your as famous as me you never know what they're going to be saying in the papers tomorrow when this sort of thing happens. "Dogging in the Park" or "My three in a flower bed sex romp shame". I'm starting to realise what it's like to be an England footballer. These two little hotties this morning were positively being egged on by their enthusiastic owners who I can only refer to Ms X, aged 21 and a size 8 and Mx Y, also aged 21 and also a size 8 (amazing coincidence that one). One of them even gave me a biscuit at the end of it all with a promise to "see you again next time". Sounds like a bit of a sting doesn't it? I'll be watching for a Sun camera man hiding behind the bandstand next time that's for sure. Time for a nap on my bean bag now, I wonder what I'll dream about....Oh I nearly forgot, pooh count: 1, a surprisingly disappointing start to the week, I'd better check my tea for senna pods tonight if things carry on like this.
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.