My trip to Sheffield
Well, Jenny and I went off to Sheffield to see Kathy on Friday, as arranged and we had a lovely walk in the afternoon. Mind you, we only did about six miles, which is a piece of cake for me. Jenny kept complaining that I was pulling at the lead, but really, there were so many lovely new smells to investigate - Yorkshire smells instead of Welsh smells. It makes a difference, you know. And then, back at Kathy's, there were some very appealing, plump hens in the back garden. She really knows how to look after a little fellow like me! Unfortunately, Jenny wouldn't let me get anywhere near them! I only wanted to say hello and maybe play with them for a few minutes.
In the evening, Kathy and Jenny went off to see a friend of Kathy's and left me in the house on my own! However, Mark came in soon afterwards and I actually got to sleep on his bed for a couple of hours, as Kathy and Jenny were rather late coming in. I'm not sure if Mark really wanted me to lie on the bed, but he was too polite to object.
The next morning we had a little walk in the nearby park and I was very polite to the other dogs in there. Jenny wondered why I can't be like that to the dogs round here. I do too, but I don't really know the answer to that.
A nice walk
It seems that Jenny is off to Sheffield on Friday to see Kathy. I did hear her on the phone making arrangements but, as I was curled up comfortably on my armchair, snoozing gently, I didn't take much notice. But then, she started telling Keith about it and he has been making weird comments all evening.
"Ha! You'll be dead on Friday evening," he says
"You'll end up with legs like a dachshund," he gloats with a wicked gleam in his eye.
Putting two and two together, it seems that I am going too. Well, that seems OK. I remember that Kathy has hens in the garden - good for chasing if I am ever allowed to get near them. No, the problem is that they are planning on taking me on a ten mile walk! Well, I know Border terriers are supposed to have lots of stamina and can walk all day without a break, but as I am only half Border terrrier, I am wondering if I have inherited those genes, or only the chasing ones.
Aren't dachshunds those little dogs with very short legs?
I might have to try and opt out of this...
"Ha! You'll be dead on Friday evening," he says
"You'll end up with legs like a dachshund," he gloats with a wicked gleam in his eye.
Putting two and two together, it seems that I am going too. Well, that seems OK. I remember that Kathy has hens in the garden - good for chasing if I am ever allowed to get near them. No, the problem is that they are planning on taking me on a ten mile walk! Well, I know Border terriers are supposed to have lots of stamina and can walk all day without a break, but as I am only half Border terrrier, I am wondering if I have inherited those genes, or only the chasing ones.
Aren't dachshunds those little dogs with very short legs?
I might have to try and opt out of this...
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