Life in a Northern Town

By kagsy

Why...

does that woman keep pointing that funny black box at me, then running off to connect it to another funny box thing to look at photos of a very lazy looking black dog. I don't like that big box thing as it's in a room I don't seem to be allowed into. They've put up a funny gate thing but I can see over the top that there are some little creatures in there in tanks - they are too small to be rabbits and they have long tails, so I'm not really interested, but one day they will forget to close that gate thingy and I will nip in and sniff at the little creatures and remind them I am top dog now.

Anyway, I went for a walk to a big park this morning. I must have behaved myself because my people seemed very pleased with me for ignoring a yappy little dog who ran away from his owner and tried to run underneath me. I don't think they know much about dogs though, as they seemed surprised when I ate one of their bacon sandwiches whilst they were chatting on a park bench. Total novices. Now all I need to do is convince them that I must be fed on a diet of pure sausages and crisps and never need my paws wiping. I think they might fall for it.

So 40 minutes of exercise and I'm absolutely knackered. Please don't wake me up unless you have sausages. I am supposed to say sorry for another dog Blip - not sure why she's sorry as I am gorgeous. And also, here's a song by my namesake band. Personally I prefer the Metallica version. Night night.

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