The wind of change in politics
Grandad April 26th, 2007
I was down the village the other day.
I bought a newspaper and went back to the car, threw the newspaper on the passenger seat and got in.
Sandy [our collie] who had been waiting in the back seat moved forward, and sniffed the paper.
There was a photo of Bertie on the front page [isn't there always?] so she plonked her arse right on his face.
“Good dog” says I.
She then let rip with a long and powerful fart, which is very unusual for her - she’s a belcher, not a farter.
She looked at me and grinned.
Who says dogs aren’t intelligent?
