Monday, 2 April 2012
I saw Henry from next door up the field yesterday. His owner was catapulting a rubber ball using one of those stick things. Now I like Henry, but when it comes to fetching a ball he's hopeless. He ran after it enthusiastically enough but generally in the wrong direction. His owner shouted insrtuctions but he just ran around in circles. I did think of just zapping in there and pinching it from under his rather large nose, but my thoughts must have been appearing in a bubble above my head again, because 'Her Indoors' anticipated me with her best 'don't you dare' voice, so I thought better of it. As I said before, I like Henry, but maybe as he's part Blood Hound they'd be better off dipping the ball in something smelly before they throw it. Just a thought.
Posted by Blog Writer at 12:06