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After a hard week at work I decided to take a night off writing in my Facebook. This was mainly because the heating at work wasnt sorted till late afternoon, so I had a lot of shut-eye to catch up on and wanted to make sure I could stay warm. Im not saying it was cold at work, but take a wee look at the pic of chubster at the bottom of todays post. The Gulag has been proper chilly today as well. I let dad have a little bit of a long lie then took him for our usual long morning walk round the forest. It was really icy and dad was sliding about quite a lot. I slipped a few times as well, which dad seemed to find funny, so I wasnt best pleased with him and made sure he had to go over the iciest bits. Serves him right. Then dad went out with one of his friends. I knew he was going, cos as usual he tried to bribe me with a big pigs ear, so I deliberately didnt eat it till he came home to make him feel guilty. When I first came to live here I was always scared when I was left alone, so dad says Ive done really well to be able to be left alone at all, never mind for a little while. He went out again for a little while, so to show him how well Im doing, when he came back this time I didnt go mad like I usually do. Dad said he was really proud of me and Ive got to admit I felt pretty good about myself. Its still cold here today though, so after my teatime walk I decided theres only one place worth lying, right in front of the fire. Dad says Auntie Laura from GAL isnt sure if Im really a greyhound because I dont go up on the sofa, so heres my list that proves I am: 1. I do killer bottom burps; 2. I eat anything (including stealing a bit of garlic & coriander naan of dads plate tonight - cue even better bottom burps later); 3. I roach whenever I can; 4. I have biiiiiiiiiiiiig brown eyes; 5. Im a total mooch; 6. Im a big sook; 7. I dont like going out in really heavy rain; 8. I claim the spare bed when dad goes to sleep; 9. Honest, nobody can survive my bottom burps. Tomorrow Ill tell you what Ive figured out about the whistle that dad bought.
Posted on: Sat, 24 Jan 2015 22:11:22 +0000

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