C’mon Guv

you know it’s time for walkies.

You can sit typing and pretending to be busy all you want: the eyes keep boring into the back of your head. And then the whining starts…

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5 Responses to C’mon Guv

  1. anjali says:

    nice throw. he sort of looks like the lawrence of arabia of the canine world.

  2. Stephen Foster says:

    That’s def how he sees himself.

  3. OS. says:

    Ahlan wa sahlan. Get your turban and dishdashah on, winger. That boy needs to be served cookies in goat’s milk…on a golden platter…as befits his status. He’s in the wrong place. He should be relaxing on the finest of silks in a palace in Arabia, rather than a bedsit in bloody Norwich! 😉

  4. Julie Hill says:

    Hi Stephen, I would love to interview you about life with Ollie & Dylan for DogCast Radio. I live with a Labrador and a Bichon Frise – which sound easy compared with your two!
    Cheers, Julie

  5. Of course he should be in a palace in Saudi and fed nothing but the best lamb Kabsah, but unfortunately he too has been captured by infidels. Hey Dylan if you ever escape look me up, I think you are very cute and often fantasise that you draw up on a white camel and take me away from this tedious infidel world.

    Love Stella (stupid name I know but you know these infidels they are nothing more than buffoons!) Xxxxx
    http://livingwithinfidelsdiaryofasaluki.blogspot.com/

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