Thursday, 5 February 2009
I was having a nice dream this morning, I was dreaming I was a little puppy I was playing with my sisters and brothers, then I got tired and cuddled into my mammy she was licking me and I was going to sleep. Just then John was saying come on Bobby we are going to the park it was sleet coming down, it was awful I was glad to get in by the fire. We were all cosy and warm and John said come on we will go to the beach. I was quite happy eating my chew, the Mop was lying quite happy too. But we had to go with him to keep him happy, it was freezing.
My friend Mary left a comment saying all her photo's are not good because of her dog walking clothes. But anybody who has been on the north east beach in the winter will know why she is all muffled up, so who cares what anybody looks like. The north east wind does not go round you it just goes straight through you. Even with my fur coat I feel it, so to me you look great in your daft hat, and your coat has big pockets and carries loads of treats. I am just worried where you will carry all the treats in the summer.