Big walks every 6 weeks
We left Southborough in the snow. Brae gettid cross, cos he is rubbish at playin hidey-seek in the snow
Brae really, really, REALLY, REALLY, really, really luvs the snow. He has got his bestest cheesy grin on him face
We was tracking the abdominal snow man or somefink - Dad said it was up here somewhere so Brae put his scaredy pants on.
Huzzzar - its me tasting the air wiv my tung
We did a trip-trapety-trip over this Ogre's bridge - the little doggy wiv the coat on must have got eated by the ogre cos we never spied it again.
Huzzar... its me again..................erm.........................tasting the air wiv...................erm ......................my tung.. (dammit, I fink I said that once already)
We is dirty little mongrels (well Brae is), I is a dirty little purebreed.
Check out my tidy butt....
That's it - worn out for anuvver day.
We might have walked a little something like this.
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