Bikes

If there's one thing I don't like, it's bikes. Well, I don't like men who smell of alcohol. So if there's two things I don't like, it's bikes and cider soaked men. Well, I don't really like people walking passed the house either. Ok, so if there are three things that I don't like, it's bikes, drunks and passing pedestrians. But I really don't like bikes.

It's great though because all I have to do to get them to go away is run after them barking. I have quite a big bark for quite a small dog, which I am very proud of. Proof that size isn't everything. I must be really scary because they always ride off and leave us alone after that. Sometimes they shout things at mum. I don't like to get her into trouble, but the main thing is that I keep her safe from the bikes. One day, she'll understand and thank me for it.

I must say though that I am getting less and less bothered about them. There is a bike track in our local park and mum keeps taking me down there to watch the bikes. She doesn't let me off the lead, but she feeds me loads of dried sausage all the time so if a load of bikes being around means I get fed sausage, maybe they're not so bad after all.

And I figure, hey, I've still got smelly men and people walking passed the house to bark at. I'll just have to concentrate on them.