Hippo Breath

I have never met a hippopotamus in fact I have never spelt one either so I am grateful to the Bloke or Blokess who invented spelling checkers.
Anyone who visits Wellington may kno where this one breathes but in case you don’t it’s the Museum Hotel which is also full of corn beef cows and other delights.
The day turned out to be interesting, even exciting if you like that sort of stuff but the Boss had to field at least one “Dogs Not Allowed” message when someone spotted me on his pak. I like being noticed especially by a bunch of accountants who don’t normally seem to have a sense of humour.
Anyway bark in the Air New Zealand Koru lounge now and not a pretty hostess in sight and I am having to bark at least every 15 minutes to stop the possibility of grinding noises being heard and not from the plane as its a jet for the next bit and a grinder tomoro morning back home. 

Wiif?