Wednesday, 29 October 2008

Hic I could not even make it to my bed.

John has burnt the sausage tonight I am sick of him, he is useless I might leave home if this keeps up. I will go and live in a cardboard box in London well I might wait until the winter is over.
We went to the beach today and John put a coat on the Mop because it was so cold.

He ran about in his little combat jacket scaring all the dogs,
but he could not resist the water.
So what a waste of time, John ended up carrying it soaking wet and covered in sand.


Achilles Wong said...

where do u get all these drunk furries, bobby? you've been having daily drinking parties, no?

try not to catch a cold, okay?

drooly kisses,


Dannan and The Girl said...

What a dumb Mop.

Brown dog kisses,