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Forget Indiana Jones, I've had far more adventures than he will ever have. Read on to see what fun I've had & the trouble I've managed to get into, so far..... |
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Dad took me to his friends in His friend has two large ponds in the garden, one of which I jumped into, so Dad had to fish me out, luckily it was a hot day and Dad had a towel in the car I don't know who was more surprised me or the fish!
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I love to sit on the back doorstep at home and watch the world go by. I normally chase the commuters as they walk past, if I feel like having a game I bark at them as they walk past the top garden gate, then run down the garden and have another go at them as they walk past the bottom gate, what fun! The railway museum where I live holds a Thomas the Tank Engine steam event 3 times a year. Even I have my work cut out barking as there are so many people and CHILDREN, wow they are so easy to ambush, I love it when they jump out of their skin, I'm normally gone before they realise what has happened. As a result of this I've being given the nickname ASBO I can't think why!!! |
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I had a bit of trouble in the summer and had to visit the vets on several occasions, to cut a long story short I had a grass seed in my paw which mum & dad couldn’t get out so I eventually had to have a small operation to remove it, whilst I was under Kerry, my vet also flushed my tear ducts through as these were narrow and making my eyes water too much, needless to say I’m fine now and my eyes are much better. After my operation I had a blue bandage on my paw and there was a beer festival at the railway museum so Dad carried me over and I of course got the sympathy vote from everyone! I even had my own staff badge. On the last night I was taken behind the bar and managed to sample a few different beers, wow I can’t wait until next year.
We were invited to some posh friends in Anyway with the introductions over they had a couple of drinks in the kitchen while I explored on my own! Before dinner we investigated the grounds. Now bear in mind that it was March & night-time so it was dark – very dark. So I’m sniffing around minding my own business when suddenly the ground disappeared from beneath my paws. Plop – yes you’ve guessed it, I found their pond! Dad came running from out of the gloom and pulled me out by my collar. I was covered in black slime as I’d gone right under and had found the bottom of the pond which had not been cleaned for ages judging by the state I was in. Mum eventually came with a towel whilst everyone fell about the garden laughing at my latest encounter with a pond. Dad in particular was holding his sides, tears running down his face and seemed to take great delight in what had just happened to me. Having been cleaned up and a little miffed at being laughed at we went back into the house for a feast following which we had a tour of the palace. We all went into the lounge and boy you should have seen the look on Dads face – it was a picture. Right in the middle of the light beige carpet was a wet patch (revenge for calling me 'it' when we arrived). Mum & Dad sprung into action doing a good impersonation of Anthea Turner when she does her cleaning bit on TV, both on their hands & knees they soon had my little ‘accident’ removed, Dad even offered to pay to have the carpet cleaned which I thought was pretty noble of him. However the friend was very gracious about the whole thing and didn’t seem too bothered, but somehow I don’t think well be invited back to
To be continued. |