Last night me and The Owner went to the pub, pubs really are my favourite! There was lots of people there all dressed posh, ladies with funny dresses on and men with suits like The Owner wears when he goes to Lundon sometimes. I think it was a wedding or something, do dogs do weddings?
Well he started showing that picture of me up at the window to everyone, which I was a bit embarrassed about at first until I realise all the lady hoomuns thought I was cute and made a fuss of me. No Bonio's though! On the way home, walking again, it was dark, a car appeared in the distance and suddenly The Owner was gone! Couldn't see him anywhere! Then I heard him grumbling, he stepped sideways to get out of the road and fell in the ditch, well more of a stream really and hoomun car driver stopped and helped him out of the ditch again all wet and horrible. It was a long squelch home after that, as he tried desperately to reason with himself that it was someone elses fault. I do sometimes wish dogs could laugh!
Jack Lab
My best pose
About Me
- Jack Labrador
- Born and trained on Lord Bath's estate at Longleat I didn't like the bangs the guns made. (I don't like the noise The Owner's Dyson makes either.) So I was 'released' from my training (given my P45). I was picked up and deposited rather unceremoniously in the back of a Land Rover and taken back to The Owner's cottage, although I did get my own back by depositing a large amount of regurgitated breakfast in the back. There then followed a rather more challenging form of training on matters such as 'How to behave indoors!' and 'Not pooing on the carpet!'. I must have passed this training because I was allowed to stay and am still here today. The Owner can be a grumpy git but he puts up with me and he's my bestest mate.
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