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...
Monday, 15 June 2009
Saturday, 13 June 2009
Thursday, 11 June 2009
Not much has been happening today. My dad and I had a lovely lie in (see photo coming soon) then a nice walk on the civic field and played a little tennisey. My dad's been doing loads of crap stuff like playing guitar into his computer and singing along with it. He calls it demoing, i call it boring. He's been talking about Ross coming round to do more of this stuff (I'll try and get them to play with me instead by woofing consistently).
Dad's just got back from Sainsbury's: bought me some liver sausage that was on special - but im only allowed it chopped up with boring dog bicuits. He said he got into a conversation about vegetariansim with the guy on the till. I don't really know why he doesnt eat meat. It's bonkers. Cows are especially tasty: they give us delicious delicious cream and butter too. Oh well, he'll have to make do with Humous for tea, yack.
I'm gonna be in on my own for a bit tonight cos dad's going to the premier of 'We Will Rock You' the Queen musical in Sunderland. He's always banging on about Queen my dad: they're ok, Freddie's a good singer but I sometimes wish May was a little more understated. Mam's out with work so it's just me and Frida - I'm sure she'll want to play chasey. If only I had £80m: then I could afford to buy a friend like Christiano Ronaldo. He looks like he'd be good fun to race and play football with. Shit hair though.
Oh well, tra for now like. If my dad ever puts down this 'Bad Science' book I'll be out walking soon, so if you see me, say, "Hi!"...
Wednesday, 10 June 2009
I enjoy being walked around the civic field and seaburn beach. Playing tennisey and chasy. I DO NOT like the rain, the cold, silly outfits my mam and aunties dress me in, or having a bath. In the house my favourite thing to do is carry on with Frida, chase her up stairs etc etc. I also am a big fan of playing tennisey indoors...especially the game of knocking it under the settee so my dad has to get down on all fours to rake it out (I have perfected my loud bark in order to make him do this).
So yeah, that's me - this isn't a freakin CV - so anything else you wanna know about me you'll have to ask or piece together from my blog. Most of my done-deeds are on a need to know basis, but I will share with you what i can. Until tomorrow, when the narrative begins...WELCOME TO MY BLOG!