Walk The Dog.


Today, I took my mum’s dog for a walk.

Man's best friend (left).

Barley is the daftest thing you could ever hope to meet. He craves attention at every waking moment. No amount of fuss will ever be enough.

(He’s worse than me in this respect.)

He was no better as a puppy, when he would spend the entire time trying to climb onto your lap. The entire time he wasn’t eating gravel, that is. He still tries to sit on you to this day, paying absolutely no heed to his now massive proportions.

He has no inkling of how huge he is. I’ve seen smaller towns. He’d definitely give Digby a run for his money.
  
One thing's for sure: he's never going to fit through that cat flap.

(Twat)

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