Not For Cats.


Hello everyone

Goodness me I've had a busy ole week. Last Sunday we infiltrated a walk for 'poo' dogs, not dog's that poo, cos I do quite a lot of that, you know, dog's like: cockapoo, maltipoo, peekapoo, yorkipoo, you get the idea. Well anyway, I pretended to be a shih-poo and no one seemed to notice. We all met at the doggie delicatessen for cakes, which was a great start.



After cakes, we all set off for a walk through the woods.




I was very popular with all the other doggies, mind you, when they're en masse, those poo types have a very nefarious attitude, they were in and out of dirty ditches, no wonder they are called "poo's." I on the other hand, stayed very clean and did lots of posing for photographs, don't tell anyone, but I stole the show.


Whilst I don't like dirty ditches, I've regained my confidence in the water. Mummy took me to the beach and we found a nice river leading to the sea. I just love dunking my head right under the water and then walking around like the dog with no eyes, it's hilarious.




I had a great game of tug of war with my favourite girlfriend, Molly Hall, mummy said it would be chivalrous of me to let her win, but I'm all for equality, so I won.


And then I met Sugar and did a bit of two timing on Molly.



It was all going very well until Sugar got too amorous, I think I'll stick to Molly in the future.


I've been for my summer cut this week and I didn't mind at all because my groomer keeps a big jar of treats on the shelf and I'm transfixed.



I didn't even want to go home with mummy and kept trying to tell her "Give me more of those biscwits!!"

Well, I'm off on my holiday soon, hope you don't miss me too much.




I'll leave you with this funny photograph, it made mummy laugh.


Love and woofs
Dino xxxxxxxx
Location: Fareham, UK

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