I've decided that whenever I have the chance I'm going to steal the pooter. And because this blog is about us dogs, I thought I would have the right to put some of my thoughts on it.
Now, I've been thinking lately about how wet it's been. I recall that last year there were so many storms (which I HATE) that the river that we live next to came really high. So high that the rock that sticks are thrown from was nearly under. I found some copies on the pooter of what happened that time of year:
Too high.
My beautiful self and the lady Lucy.
Enter!
Swimmin'.
Of course this is what it's supposed to look like:
I don't like floods because we're not allowed to play fetch too far out. They say we might get sucked away in a current or something. I dunno. Stoopid.
I hope no one minds me being here, but I thought you might like to know what I thought about instead of the boring old yabber about how amazing it is when I run after a ball. And how it's apparantly hilarious when that puppy comes running up to me and pees himself. I just find it annoying, meself.
I hope I can woof to you again soon, maybe I'll get the chance in a couple of days again.
Tail wags and sniffs,
Jock
PS. It's the actual blog owner now. Just wanted to say that since google has been doing their weird updatey thing I now have about 1.3 thousand views on my blog. Woohoo!
1 comment:
Thanks for the update Jock. Looks like the river was high for sure after the storms. Beautiful tho when the river is down. You is very lucky to have such a nice place to swim in.
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