Paws for thought
Grandad February 25th, 2008
Sandy and I were out the other day. We went for a walk, and then decided to stop off for a coffee and a smoke. Sandy doesn’t smoke but she enjoys her cappuccino [no sugar].
I like to think of this as our little bit of quality time.
Me: Well? Did you enjoy that walk?
Sandy: It was all right. I would have preferred it if you had let me off the lead. I find it very irritating when you pull me when I’m having a dump.
Me: sorry about that. I didn’t realise…
Sandy: The arched back, the tail in the air and the look on my face didn’t give you a clue?
Me: I said I’m sorry.
Sandy: Can I drive on the way back?
Me: I suppose so. But try to keep to the speed limits this time.
Sandy: But I like seeing the faces on other drivers when I overtake them.
Me: You’ll get me into trouble one of these days.
Sandy: You are so anal about these things. Loosen up.
Me: what are you doing?
Sandy: Trying to attract that woman’s attention. I need a nap, and you need someone to talk to.
Me: Stop messing.
Sandy: It’s working. She’s coming over.
Woman: Oh,what a beautiful dog. You look so intelligent. What’s your name, Diddums?
Sandy: Woof.
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