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my photos in here. Well I might. If it's humanly (er ... doggily ?!?)
possible. But haven't got many yet. So watch this space. Sorry, not this
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This is the
woods in Uley, where I go on my holidays. The smells are terrific. And
they let me run and explore. What more can a dog want? Well apart from
warmth, and food, oh and chocolate.
They throw sticks for me too. Can't understand why they get a bit
upset if I chew them to pieces instead of letting them throw them again.
Humans, I arsk yer. |
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This
is one of the many places where I have slept under the table. They call
it 'The Old Crown' and it's in Uley too. Don't know why they go there
really. It seems to be one long drink-it-down and cock-your-leg to me.
Still, it gets 'em out of the house - and me. |
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This
is one of their paper plates. I find 'em all the time. Funnily enough,
they don't often put food on 'em. Pity that, otherwise I'd be more
interested. |
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Guess
who this is? Well if yer don't know, I'm not going to tell yer. 'Is it
my lovely Mum?' I hear you ask. Might be, who wants to know? |
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This
is me pretending not to know what granny's up to - she's trying to fool
me with the pink ring again. 'Let's fool passing dogs with the pink ring
shall we?' I'm not stupid yer know. |
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This
is my dad NOT trying to fool me with the pink ring. I'm trying to fool
him that I don't know that he's trying it on with his foot! |
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And
this is me letting granny tickle my tummy. She enjoys it so much, I
hardly dare say no! |
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And
this is my mum giving me the periodic re-assurance that I need. Oh and
it's really relaxing too. Don't they just spoil me? |
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You
can read about this in my diary. I thought I'd spread myself across the
two new features to show ownership. |
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And
this is where they think they're going to get away from me. Pathetic
aren't they, humans. Anyone knows you can NEVER get away
from a dog like me! Besides, who would want to? |
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Me
again, looking exceedingly intelligent while giving a handy stick the
usual going-over. I really want them to throw it for me but even if they
offer, I can't bear to stop chewing. Must be in the genes. (See, I am
intelligent, otherwise I'd have made a weedy joke about jeans there!) |
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Master
asleep? A dog's gotta do what a dog's gotta do. What? Protect him, of
course. Not easy when you can hear the rustle of biscuit wrappers in the
kitchen and the chink of someone licking the chocolate muffin mix bowl! |
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Actually come to think of it,
it's also worth having a look here
for some superb pictures of my mum thrown together in an idle moment by my
Grandpa (who I love to bits!) (More recently, there's a lot of other
pictures there too - I know there's something going on but can't quite put
my paw on it.)
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This is me trying to work out what's going
on. They're even letting me onto the sofa now, so I must be doing
something right!
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Finally
got it! There's a new small human arrived. Got to take care of that as
well as all the large ones I s'pose. Still, I'll be able to sneak some of
its food later - they tell me it gets dropped or flung around a bit.
Sounds OK that. Can't wait. |
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Moved
house. Left visiting card every centimetre along boundary. Eaten some
fox poo. And NOW they've got me building their new kitchen for them. Oh
for a bit of peace. Still, I'm doing rather a good job with the kitchen,
aren't I? |
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