Sunday, 15 July 2012

Our Friend - Fifi


This is our friend Fifi (in the middle), she came for a walk in Sherwood Forest with us today and then stayed the afternoon while her mummy went to a meeting, she lives near us and we often see her when we go for a walk around the estate but this is the first time she's been in the car with us.

She talks a lot, all the time. Her mummy said she'd never been with anyone before and she would drive us mad with her talking. But she didn't 'cos after she'd walked for a while she settled down and was just enjoying our walk. 

Her mummy said she'd never taken her to a cafe before 'cos she drives everyone nuts with her talking, doggy talk of course. At the end of our walk we always go to the cafe so mum and dad can have a coffee. We always lay down under the table after we've had a drink 'cos we're tired after our walk.

Fifi did the same and everyone thought we were really cute.

When we got home we all had a sleep and then helped mum in the garden.

When Fifi's mum came to collect her she couldn't believe how good she'd been and said we must be a good influence on her.

I think our Brandy had a word in her ear.  

Saturday, 14 July 2012

Mum says our Brandy's the clever one.....what does that make me?

Dad thinks I've gone deaf, mum's not so sure, she thinks I'm just throwing a deaf 'un when it suits. I've been getting drops in my ears every day and I don't think it's making any difference. If they don't say anything interesting I don't bother whereas our Brandy reacts everytime they say anything.

Take yesterday as an example. There were 4 big pigeons in our garden. Me and our Brandy were barking at them through the big glass doors. I heard Mum shout, 'why don't you go out your little door in the kitchen to chase them from the garden?' Our Brandy did just that, followed instructions to the letter. Me, I couldn't be bothered, it was drizzling outside, I'd rather stay in where it's warm and dry and carry on barking in comfort. Mum says our Brandy's dead clever 'cos he understands everything she says, Dad says I'm deaf.

I say our Brandy's damp & dirty and all hot & bothered.

I say I'm warm & dry and getting away with not doing anything I don't want to do.

Who's clever now!