|Me not running away|
|Me and some bread that I am not allowed|
|Me on the trail of a good smell|
Everyone had been very worried about me whilst I was missing. I made international headlines and Syd even got a phonecall about it in London because his phone number is on my collar. So I think he is cross with me too. Sarah thought maybe I had been stolen because I am so handsome. Everyone agreed I was a very BAD and GREEDY dog. So now I am supposed to stay close and I heard a nasty rumour that a dog trainer is coming to our house to 'teach Fozzie the boundaries'. NO! I don't need any 'training'. Syd says I have to wear a GPS whatever that is. And Sarah says I have to wear a sign on my collar that says 'do not feed me'. There is NO WAY I am wearing a sign like that. I will eat it before anyone can read it.
|What smell? I can't smell anything.|
It was a bit smelly in our house after the garlic bread incident. Sarah opened all the windows and I had to sit in the yard till I stopped making bad smells. I didn't mind the smell actually, I went upstairs in the bedroom and did a really big bad smell just before bedtime! Haha! That will teach her to talk about dog trainers and boundaries......