Thursday, 14 January 2010
Friday, 8 January 2010
Wednesday, 1 July 2009
Had a bit of a relaxed week really, dad was away in the mud for the weekend. He came back Sunday talking about being born to run, but he never runs me about: only walks. Had some good games of tennissey and that though, but like I say: mainly quiet. Haven't seen aunty Sara and Dolly much recently, cos they've been away too - so just been kicking it with Frida and mam. I'm really into this new Sainsbury's cat food I've been getting. Makes me sleepy, which is always good.
We're supposed to be having a heat wave at the minute, but looking out I just see massive black clouds. Maybe cumulo-nimbus? Meh, who cares. Anyway, it's pretty warm, but without the sunshine. Bloody typical. I was looking forward to getting tanned paws this summer, but I don't know if I'll be able to now. My dad got sunburnt on his side and I've quite enjoyed scratching at it while he's watching TV, or generally unaware...Great fun.
Anyway, I should go. Murray's about to win and I want a walk before the heavens open. See you shortly..Adios bitches
Tuesday, 23 June 2009
Been thinking to myself a lot recently. You know me, I think a lot. While I'm lying in the sun, dreaming of chasing the tennis ball, biting Frida and cuddling my folks - a few thoughts on current affairs have been creeping into my head. In order to get across my thoughts I'm gonna write them down as though they're a conversation with my dad. He's my intellectual inferior (as, indeed, are many - so no offence) but he'll serve a purpose today.
Monday, 22 June 2009
Early the next morning he had to get up and fly to Madrid, I wasn't allowed to go because I don't have a passport (the only reason). He had to fly via Barcelona and he's done nothing but whinge on about how shite the airport was...no signs, no staff...different terminals that aren't advertised properly...really long queues. Once in Madrid, though, he and Ross had a belter of a time - apparently. He arrived back late Sunday night to the disappointment that his car had been broken by mam. He's been on the phone to the people at something called 'Ford' today - and they seem to be able to fix it on Wednesday. Means he won't be leaving me alone to go and playing stupid boring golf for a while anyway, haha!
He's doing loads of stretching at the minute, and keeps telling people on the phone that he's come out of retirement again for football. Sounds like a load of shit to me, who wouldn't really like running around chasing balls? It's, like, the best thing ever!
Went round Dolly's for a bit yesterday but she just lashes me these days, pure scratches my face. Knacks. Then uncle Monty pure stood on my head yesterday: all in all, I've a 'ruff' weekend folks. boom boom. Till next time...