Picture the scene, its New Years Eve in London (The capital of the United States of the British Empire) and I did extremely normal things (Im an extremely normal fellow). The party was good, the el vino did flow, and the year began with a predictable enough bang. However, its internet suicide to just start writing here about something non-dog related, but, i hasten to add, this tale concerns canines. Please cast your mind back to my use of the phrase the year began with a bang - this phrase was actually a cunning piece of linguistic trickery known as a pun. Yes, you guessed correctly - I got lucky that night. Me and an attractive counterpart had retired to the boudoir, to make some important investigations, and to observe certain rituals. The times were nice, and were verily had with a smile. Here is where my 2015 began however, at roughly 4.15am 01/01/2015 I had the best moment of the year, certain to go unbeaten until after holograms are invented near October the 24th sometime. I had ventured downstairs to get midnight post-coital, post-alcohoal water and was greeted in my lounge by two of the most enthusiastic, great, happy and friendly little dogs one could ever hope to countenance. One was a really shiny black jack russell cross, but with none of the terrier laissez faire attitude, and one was a little white cloud of a dog. Both of whom were extremely nice people, and then they really wanted to be friends with me, and they had really really fast tails and they seemed not to mind my semeny scent. I hope this was enlightening for everybody. I hope this counts as a legitimate spot, as, despite its being in my own house, i had no idea that they would be there. And, as I said, it will be my best day of 2015 as a result. Thank you, and good night, Planet Earth.
Posted on: Fri, 02 Jan 2015 14:35:13 +0000
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