Touch Not My Cookie Mudpuddle
Today our humans walked early when it was not so hot. There was Diane with Cookie Mudpuddle and Maddie Whiplash and Claudia with Dali and Marne. So we had a good run and play, you know, lack pack dogs do sniffing and snuffing, wagging and buffing. After a while, Marne and Bonny lay down in some shade (leaving us blokes; Dali, Cookie and me) to do man things when a huge Bull Mastiff called Alfie trotted over to say hello. To cut to the chase here, Alfie had small issue with Cookie (he wanted to mount him) so I told Alfie off, in no uncertain terms. In dog speak I said “touch not my friend Cookie” and Alfie, (who was just saying hello in a manly way) shook his head at my outrage and wandered off to find more interesting messages to read (on lampposts and such).
So…who says I’m little?