Windswept

Hello.  My name is George.  I thought we were over this blipping lark - but apparently not so.  

There I was, in the garden, thoroughly enjoying a bit of face-to-the-wind, and she interrupted.  Yes, she did.  So to get rid of her, I looked, she blipped, and then I went back to the wind again.

Or I thought I was going to, but we did get called inside.

Ah dear, it's a dog's life.