Sunday, 15 March 2009
A dog meet up, well.......................
Well as you may have read on Ben the rottie's, Grumpy Bob's and Cara's post, a meet up at the beach took place this weekend. This was meant to be for the dogs to meet up.
Well, okay there was plenty of doggie peeps and all got on great. Stupid Taylor was running around silly, but I suppose who could blame him; he met up with his brother, Evo and sister, Millie, so he was excited, daft young one. I did have to tell him off mind; he was running into the sea, daft dog, but he did come back when I asked him to. You may also notice that our little pip was being carried, she said she was frightend (I think it was an excuse to get Auntie Brenda to cuddle her), I would never be frightend me, and, as for being carried, no thank you
Anyway I know the real reason, and it was not mam's burning desire to meet her lovely friend Ben the Rottie
It was for this.
Can they talk or what, humans, will never understand them, nattering away.
But I am happy as made more human friends, did not bark (Much) at Uncle Kev, was not grumpy with John or Brenda and met a great friend call Sue, from first meeting her I liked her.