I have always found the most enjoyable part of any day to be my morning and afternoon walks. I especially love it when we get to the park and mum lets me off the lead so I can go and have a good tinkle or sniff some bitch's bum. The part of walks that I have always found a little bit boring is the walk on the pavement bit on the way to and from the park- all that incessant 'Heel boy,' 'Close boy,' 'Rowdy, no, don't chase that squirrel into the road,' brings me down.
If you feel the same way, I think I may have found a remedy. Mum doesn't seem to be that keen on it, which makes the whole thing even more satisfying- she is being rather strict at the moment. She has started keeping me on the lead even in the park a lot of the time now. 'You can't bark at joggers, Rowdy,' 'Rowdy, no,' 'Here Rowdy,' 'Fetch Rowdy,' 'Three bags full Rowdy,'- but I digress...
...My new source of entertainment has been there the whole time, but I just didn't realise it. It comes in the form of traffic. Cars, vans, buses, scooters, forget bikes and joggers. These are bigger and faster and far more fun to chase after. If it weren't for that annoying lead she keeps me on, I'd show them who's boss. Nearly had it out of her hand the other day- will have to work on my technique.
I don't really care if mum doesn't like it. This makes up for all those tmes she laughed about my balls and talked about my poo. Who's laughing now? Me, that's who.

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I agree, Rowdy. She's basically a fascist.
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