Monday, April 21, 2014

Forgot to say...

I've been hanging out with Orla a lot recently, y'know the little dog from number 39? Yeah, well she doesn't smell yummy anymore. I'm glad, it was getting really confusing before. I prefer to be just good friends, even though she can be like an annoying little sister at times. I've been there today - she's got a conservatory at her house. It's not fair I want one of those.

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I've been passed around the place the last few weeks like a sack of old spuds. Now I'm not exactly sure why a sack of old spuds would be past between neighbours, friends and family but just shut up about it, you're only potatoes and I'm a real dog with real feelings and everything.

I'm at home now but still half the pack are missing, honestly the HBs are an un consistent bunch of faffers that can't stick at anything for any length of time.

I've looked for the lost members everywhere - behind the shed, in the shed, all around the patio, I even tried the first couple of stairs to the forbidden carpeted lands but got a bit afraid. All the HBs that go up there get sucked into some kind of weird vortex and nobody sees them for hours and hours.
It's not sucking me in that's for sure. That's probably where the potatoes went.

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

It's My Birthday!

A time for presents, treats and lots of HB cuddles.



And...gravy bone sandwiches too!