Life in north east England (yes, we've moved!) with an eccentric Welshman and a small white dog that thinks he's a Rottweiler.
What's for dessert?
We went over to meet up with Kathy and Claire and to see Paul and his brother, Nathan last weekend. Keith generally takes the opportunity on such occasions to fill his face partake of any delicacies available and this time was no exception.
You know that meat in the fridge?
This video of the 'talking dog' was featured on Breakfast TV this morning and Keith greeted me with it when I came down this morning. Of course, the next step was to line Paddy up for a few lessons. After all, if a German Shepherd can do it, so can our little mutt.
Wrong.
"Paddy," I said, as he sat obediently in front of me, "you know that meat in the fridge?"
Paddy shook his head firmly and wandered off to lie on his cushion.
A bit more practice, I think.
Wrong.
"Paddy," I said, as he sat obediently in front of me, "you know that meat in the fridge?"
Paddy shook his head firmly and wandered off to lie on his cushion.
A bit more practice, I think.
Stonehenge and Wales
This article on the orgins of some of the stones at Stonehenge reminds me of the sterling research Keith carried out, which he told me about a few years ago.
Remember, you read it here first.
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