I haven't been contributing much in the last few weeks, but I am still here and reading other peoples posts at night when I should be going to bed. It' because I've been trying to finish off my garden office (glorified shed) that I started building late last summer.
WALKIES 1
‘Bramble! Bramble! Come on, walkies.
Good girl. Aren’t you a good girl? Yes, you are.
Where’s your collar? Let’s get you dressed. Let’s put it on. Come on. Mind those ears. Good girl. That’s a good girl.
There. Who’s my lovely girl? You are. You’re my lovely girl.
Your better than any diet, aren’t you? You are. I’ve lost more pounds walking and running with you than any silly old diet. And diets don’t have lovely brown eyes, no they don’t, and they don’t have these gorgeous ears. Ooh, I love those ears.
And you’re not just better than a diet, are you? No. You’re better than an introduction. You are. Yes, you are. All your doggy friends. And their owners. We meet so many people, don’t we. Yes, we do.
Shall we go and see your special friend, Mr Barker? Yes, he’s your special friend, isn’t he? Yes, he is. You love your Mr. Barker, don’t you?
And I love his owner! And I think he … … . Oh, doggies beat diets any day, don’t you? Yes you do. You do.
Come on, Bramble. Walkies.