Thursday 22 February 2007

No More boosters

Mum and dad are talking about my annual booster and weather it should be done. I ask you, do human beings have to undergo annual vaccinations? No, they don't. So why should we dogs?

I think it's time we all got together and protested. I always feel unwell for days after, so I'm digging my heels in this time. I'M NOT GOING!

Friday 16 February 2007

Not that darn squirrel again!



There I was, happily eating my breakfast, when I heard a mighty crash in the garden. Luckily the patio door was open so I dashed out to investigate. There is was, that darn squirrel trying to eat the bird food again.

Now I don't particularly enjoy sharing my garden with anyone. I am a German Shepherd Dog and I like to guard my territory, but I promised mum that I would stop chasing the birds, even that blasted blackbird. My mum however, is always chasing that little critter out of our garden. She was busy in the kitchen this morning, so I thought I would see him off.

In my haste to reach the tree, I forgot about the pond, and crashed head first into the deep end! Goodness it was cold! Hearing the commotion, mum rushed out into the garden and grabbed hold of my head (it was the only part of me above the water). Realising I was too heavy, she started screaming for dad to get me out. I was frozen to the marrow I don't mind telling you, and that blasted squirrel fled laughing into the next garden.

I will get him one day, and when I do!!!

Thursday 15 February 2007

Good morning!

I was late getting up this morning. I can't believe that mum made her breakfast without opening my bedroom door. She knows that I enjoy a saucer of tea, and if I play my cards right, I can sneak up on the bed to watch GMTV. Not that there's ever a lot to amuse me. I much prefer 'Animal Planet', on Sky. Talking of the TV, I would love my mum to register us for the 'Dog Borstal' programme. I would show that Mic Martin a thing or two! Those dog's are all soft. I could have been a police dog you know! I actually passed the test when I was 11 months old. Mum and dad didn't want to give me up though, and I soon mended my way's.

Mum keeps saying that I'm going senile! Dad reckons its because I only hear what I want to hear! As if! Oh well, I can hear my mum calling me now. Time for work.

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