CorvusCorax
Deary me...
Hiya everyone.
I hope you had a good week.
Small Mum was here every day so we had loads of huuuge walks.
Big Mum bought me a bright yellow thing on a piece of string that I am supposed to chase.
For some reason they then want me to bring it back to them. Why? They clearly didn't want it in the first place because they throw it away all the time.
Last night was fun. All the men who ride buzzy bikes came to stay and they cooked meat on a big fire outside and drank fizzy stuff out of cans.
Small Mum and Auntie O joined in. The fizzy stuff makes them really silly because they kept coming into my run to play games with me.
Today I was very lucky because I got the leftover meat as treats at training club.
Small Mum was all grumpy again. She was complaining and said the buzzy bike men waited until she was asleep and then took funny pictures of her on her camera.
I was pretty good at training, we did heelwork and the long down, but I really don't like that 'Dope' or whatever it is called. I sniffed him and he growled at me so I kept an eye on him all day. I was watching him so closely that I forgot to jump a fence and smacked into it.
My friend Kayla wasn't there today, but I don't really care because the girl dog who came with Trainer Bloke Al today is so much hotter - she is all black and she speaks a funny language and she does the bitey-arm thing, phwoar, what a woman.
We stayed for shutzhund (because I wanted to perv over the black babe) but I was well bored. Small Mum threw the bright yellow thing but I wasn't interested. Trainer Bloke Mark shook a rag but I wasn't bothered about that either.
Small Mum told our massive audience that I chased the bloody thing all around the field yesterday, but I don't think they believed her. She called me a 'fugger' under her breath. She loves that fug word!
So what did you all get up to?
B
I hope you had a good week.
Small Mum was here every day so we had loads of huuuge walks.
Big Mum bought me a bright yellow thing on a piece of string that I am supposed to chase.
For some reason they then want me to bring it back to them. Why? They clearly didn't want it in the first place because they throw it away all the time.
Last night was fun. All the men who ride buzzy bikes came to stay and they cooked meat on a big fire outside and drank fizzy stuff out of cans.
Small Mum and Auntie O joined in. The fizzy stuff makes them really silly because they kept coming into my run to play games with me.
Today I was very lucky because I got the leftover meat as treats at training club.
Small Mum was all grumpy again. She was complaining and said the buzzy bike men waited until she was asleep and then took funny pictures of her on her camera.
I was pretty good at training, we did heelwork and the long down, but I really don't like that 'Dope' or whatever it is called. I sniffed him and he growled at me so I kept an eye on him all day. I was watching him so closely that I forgot to jump a fence and smacked into it.
My friend Kayla wasn't there today, but I don't really care because the girl dog who came with Trainer Bloke Al today is so much hotter - she is all black and she speaks a funny language and she does the bitey-arm thing, phwoar, what a woman.
We stayed for shutzhund (because I wanted to perv over the black babe) but I was well bored. Small Mum threw the bright yellow thing but I wasn't interested. Trainer Bloke Mark shook a rag but I wasn't bothered about that either.
Small Mum told our massive audience that I chased the bloody thing all around the field yesterday, but I don't think they believed her. She called me a 'fugger' under her breath. She loves that fug word!
So what did you all get up to?
B
