Patch

This is Patch he is about Twelve his owner is in ill health

and can not take care of him anymore. Patch will be looking for a

new home. He has a very good nature and would be a great companion.

He is fine with all other dogs and was no bother on a walk , I think he likes me

he followed me about.

He said is that really a dog, I said I call him a Mop so Patch was laughing

he said he is like a Mop.

We met another furbody on the field and Patch and Mop boy

went to say hello.

Patch enjoyed his walk.

He has laid by John since we came back and is nice and relaxed.

Brenda is away again so it will be burnt sausage

for our treat I will refuse to eat mine.

I don't like John he will not try my machine to restore his hair.

I am having a rest, I have been very busy this year I have been doing a survey on the older human male.
For those who read the old post about daft John sticking Brenda's hair removing pads up his nose and in his ears, then when he pulled one out he danced about with tears running down his face, Brenda had to pull the others out she seemed to quite enjoy doing it.
Well this is what started my survey off I have been looking up noses, in ears and on the heads of old human males.

Now I know where the hair goes off their heads, it grows down through their brains and out their ears and noses. So I have invented a machine to blast it back, it has pads that fit  ears.  and pipes for up the nose. Then when its switched on G force air will send the hair back up on to his head.

I am getting Pip now to help me wheel it in to show John, he will be so pleased.

Hi, Well I can not believe it every time we go out John keeps looking at bunches of clover trying to find a four leaf one, Brenda  said he has always done it apparently even as a child, but has never found one.

Until now he was dancing about on the field, he said look Bobby I found a four leaf clover. I was not very impressed little bugs found it first.

So we wondered about looking at all the clover guess what he found more and even a five leaf. He was like a little dog with two tails, he said come on I will put the lotto on.

All his clover have been chewed, I said throw them away they are crap, find a nice one. John glared at me, he said he did not care he has looked all his life and is keeping them.

Now he has put the Lotto on and daft human expects to win.

Pip could not believe it all the hay is cut, he can look about again, he went to ask John what happened

He said he liked running in the long grass and he wants it back daft dog.

While Pip was going on I found a patch of Eau de parfox it smelt pure heaven

I rolled and rolled shoved my face in it my back and sides I was smelling good enough for a Saturday night out.

John must have thought it was nice he said phew when I came near him, then we went home, Brenda said she was going to be sick, may be I over did it.

The indignity that was inflicted on me was a disgrace.

How dare they make me smell awful.

Then to make every thing worse John said that's better you smell just like a NICE FlOWER.

ME A FLOWER.

We went to my park today, I met lots of my furends and I pee-mailed all over to let them know I was there. We saw Oscar the Boxer, Mac, Oscar the Beagle, Ruby, Tilly Rosie and Eddy.
I had forgotten what a good laugh I got at the park.

Oscar was crying because Pip would not let him play with his ball, so Oscar went and got a stick, he told Pip he could not have a chew on it.

Then Jan only went and let Oscar the Beagles lead go, he went off like a rocket with little Ruby after him. Oscar the boxer said I will catch him so off  he went with Jan after them.

Now even Oscar the boxer could not catch him, so Jan walking had no chance daft human, he just came back to her in the end.

Now ask me if I had a good time at the park, I even fell over laughing.

WE HAVE HAD SOME VERY HOT WEATHER, WE GO OUT EARLY OTHER WISE I PLOD ALONG ITS BEEN SO HOT. I KNOW!!! I MOAN WHEN ITS COLD AS WELL.

WE CAME BACK FROM OUR WALK AND I STILL FELT ENERGETIC

WELL AFTER 3 HOURS SLEEP.

NOW WHO THOUGHT THIS GRUMPY OLD BOY WOULD PLAY WITH A DAFT DOG.

BRENDA SAID TO JOHN BOBBY IS EATING TO MUCH MEAT