The dame made a curtsey,
The dog made a bow;
The dame said, Your servant,
The dog said, Bow-Wow.
Jake would like it be known that he merely finds Rod's slipper a comfy headrest. It in no way implies he misses his fellow domestic mammal, nor should a traditional owner/pet scenario be assumed.
Hand in hand is the only way to land... we see ya, ya big sook.
And there will be none of this.
Sandy, the bowl stand has room for two bowls...
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Meanwhile the hot topic at agility (apart from trauma because a fellow human has injured herself quite badly, but we’ll not dwell on that) is – choosing a suitably three-part name for the assorted mutts and rescues to register on the Kennel Club Activity Register. This allows us to engage in displacement activity – why fret that our teacher thinks we’re nearly ready to compete when we can be having a laugh choosing poncy names? We have to submit three options in case some other hound already has snaffled the first or second choice.
I quite like Jake’s the King of the Castle, or Little Lord Fauntledog, or [Our suburb name]’s Fawnface.
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