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Submitted by Pickle on Thu, 03/08/2017 - 15:05
My human was sparing with the truth when the magic words 'walkies' were called from the back door. Come on, she said, let's go between the rain showers.
My human was sparing with the truth when the magic words 'walkies' were called from the back door. Come on, she said, let's go between the rain showers.
Some people say they think I've got a bit of Staffy in my genes even though I am meant to be a Parsons Jack Russell. Anyway, I was happy to celebrate Staffordshire Day with a heritage walk round the Froghall plateways. There was a big group of humans and three other dogs.
My perky white ears pricked up when I heard my human say ...walk to Cheddleton event...
That's not our usual walkies but I know it and the weather was dry.
