Border Terrier

Well, Christmas has gone and the new toys have been sorted in order of preference.

Today, after a one and a half hour walk up in the hills, where I met an Australian Catlle Dog (not too many of those around these parts), they brought me back home and stood me on the ironing board. Funny sort of thing to do I thought.

All was revealed soon after when after giving me a lovely new rawhide to chew on the boss started to pull at my coat. I must admit it wasn't much fun but I stood for it for a while until the rawhide became boring, then I tried to nip the boss's hand as he pulled at my shoulder hairs.

After about three quarters of an hour the 'strip' ended, and there on the floor was a bucket, and in it was 'my winter coat' - I hope they get me another one. Bad news though, I heard the bass say 'we'll finish the job next week'.

I guess they know what they're doing.