Saturday, 23 February 2013

Stop Telephonin' Me-e-e-e-e-e-h-e-e-e-h

puppy phone

In the words of a certain pop star "stop telephonin' me-e-e-h-e-e-h-e-e-h-e-e-eh-e-e-e-h." Honestly, since I got my new phone (a snazzy 2004 model - retro and thrifty) it has been non stop. If the Chancellor isn't phoning me to moan about credit ratings, it's Mary Berry yacking away about the crap cake she scoffed in a shabby chic Cornwall tea room. I don't want to hear it, I don't need the stress. I'm a puppy, I like treats and toys. If you aren't bringing either of those then off you pop.

Woof de woof

P.S. Woof.

Tuesday, 5 February 2013

Going Blonde!

I love my natural born black and tan look, I think it offers me an air of sophistication - don't you think? But I've always been slightly jealous of those beach-y looking pooches with blonde flowing locks and whaddya know the few tiny high lights around my ears and eyes are turning into full on blonde tresses.

16 weeks 5 days

Now I'm conflicted, I love my new look but will I ever be my natural, happy go lucky black and tan self? Will the blinds match the curtains? Will I be able to pull off my favourite colours? I mean...I was really feeling red for the next season? Can blondes pull off red?

Anyway, less of the worrying - I spot something to chew.



Friday, 1 February 2013

The Flasher

I am a boy dog and I have a willy, I actually spend a large amount of time keeping it clean, s'lovely. The thing is, I don't really want to see other willies. I'm sure they are great but they're not something I can chase or eat so I'm not really bothered by them. I particularly do not want to see a human willy, EVER.

Despite all this when I was on a walk with my human yesterday a man with a long coat and a Lidl bag stopped in front of us and showed us his human willy. Now remember, I didn't want to see a human willy EVER and yet there I was, on the street looking at a human willy. I did not enjoy it and jumped up a bit whilst my human lady dragged me away tutting. Then I did a poo whilst looking over my shoulder in the general direction of where I saw my first and hopefully last human willy.

Dear humans, keep your willies away from me OR ELSE. I'm off to sleep in the middle of the floor in disgust.


P.S. Ugh!