it´s a dogs life

There am I laid in the garden having a siesta when a neighbour calls by.  Bearing in mind I am waiting for the little Blue runt to be transported back to whence it came I am having a lovely dream.  Well all hell breaks loose with the grumpy bitch Molly and the little Blue runt barking for Spain so I have to do my bit and join in, barking over the neigbour comes in and the chatter begins.

Mum has more of a happy face on now, and not so much of a bashed crab look and I suppose it is because the new pup is going ...... what !!  she is telling the neighbour what a cute little thing it is and how it was homeless and how she just loves it and is taking it to the vets for chips (I just get biscuits and tinned meat) and passport !  Well I suppose if it is getting a passport it is getting transported somewhere out of here.

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