Attitude problems

A couple from Northumberland came to buy flowers see me.

I didn't get up and do my usual routine of stretching, tail wagging and pouncing on leaves.

She is worried about my bad attitude and has said we need to go on a team building weekend.

Trust games, canoeing and a lot of thinking outside of the box, and chanting of  "Modern flowers, Vintage passion"

Whatever.

Young at heart

I am mainly photographed lying about, but i can be a bit boisterous.

In particular with other dogs. Small yappie dogs owned by ladies with the Harrods hair do.

Occasionally on encountering such a dog, i play bow and growl really loudly.

She always apologises profusely, and tells them i am just a puppy, and still in training.

Then they ask how old i am, we got away with 9 months old the other day.

God bless botox.

Boy time

The trip to Disneyland was a ruse.

So this weekend i shunned the chance to appear in another national newspaper, and went off for some quality boy time.

Chillaxing.

I am not happy to be back.

Children go free

It is 19.30. We are still working, and apparently we will be through the night.

I have been promised a trip to Disneyland, because children go free.

but you don't get your own seat on the plane.

Image via the very wonderful all about Marilyn tumblr.

See you next week, when we return from our vacances.

It's a sign

Not one of those signs.

An actual sign.

Evidently it it is to be busy week, Mothers Day.

She doesn't have time this week to chat to everybody that stops us in the street to admire me.

Apparently this will save her a good 2 hours a day.

I  am putting myself up for adoption.

PR

The News of the World got hold of the video tapes.

Media whore Miss P. did a deal.

The tapes would be destroyed, in exchange for a few coy "at home" shots.

I feel used.

An apology

Dear Lady that came to the shop from afar yesterday.

I am sorry that i chose the time you were here to cough up the pigs ear i was snacking on.

Apparently this is off message.

Yours,

The Hound.