Spudlet
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A couple of summers ago, when it was hot (remember those days?) I decided I would get Henners a paddling pool. You would not believe how hard it was to find a kids' paddling pool - at least one cheap enough to let a dog trash without weeping! It took rounds and rounds of trekking around various shops, Internet trawling - and by the time I found one it had cooled down
So I packed it away, ready for the next time it was hot.
Fast forward to today - very warm here, too warm for a hairy black dog! So I dispatched the bloke to the shed to battle Shelob, found the pump, inflated the dragged thing (aided by Henry, who sat in it) and hauled water out to it in the watering can....
Will he set paw in it now there's water in it? Like hell he will!

Ungrateful wretch! Ingrate!
Fast forward to today - very warm here, too warm for a hairy black dog! So I dispatched the bloke to the shed to battle Shelob, found the pump, inflated the dragged thing (aided by Henry, who sat in it) and hauled water out to it in the watering can....
Will he set paw in it now there's water in it? Like hell he will!
Ungrateful wretch! Ingrate!
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