A proper working dog, me

Mum’s away so I have been at boot camp the past week.  Mostly had fun: two walks a day, cats that play with me (sometimes even when I’m not feeling playful…) games with the sprog.

Today, however, my Irish aunt said I had to earn my keep and I had to go and work for the day.  Boy, wasn’t sure about this but, as ever, I ventured forth with enthusiasm – too much maybe as I got told off for pulling on the lead.

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We got to her work and, yes, I remembered the rules:

* 1. Don’t pee on the bags

* 2. Don’t bark at the customers

*3. Only greet a customer if they are dog friendly.

OK, I got it – and whoop, whoop, our day began.  Lots of people came and most people gave me loads of fuss and cuddles.  This work palaver is a piece of cake!  Think I’ll earn my keep more often.  Happy days.

I still miss my mum though.

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