woof woof bark growl…
That translates into “hello, welcome to my blog…… can I sniff your bum”
Didn’t know that I could speak dog did you! Well I can and I have to in this episode of the Eleventh as the dog show is where I am. Only a small one mind and its up in the land of the posh (Hampstead) where the dogs live better than I do.
First off its a big thanks to Ira and everyone else at the Mayhew Doggy and Moggy Centre - they do a fantasic job and if it wasn’t for them and all the other animal shelters in London then there would be a lot less unhappy animals.
Then its a sorry to Ingrid “canine wizard” Ramon - we got her website wrong its actually www.ingrid-ramon.com and you can sponsor her in her trek across the artic here www.justgiving.com/ingridramon
Then Roxy, my beautiful Roxy. I know I called her a bitch but hey, she likes it like that….. in the end I couldn’t keep her due to the fascist that owns my flat (he’s not really a fascist - the fascist) but I heard good news that after a false start she now has a home.
She loved me more though.
And all thats left for me to say is to say Woof growl whine bark bark scnuffle - which I’m sure you can translte your self.
