Not the sharpest bark in the bunch!

Www. The adventures of Gryff .  Did you hear what she just said bout me... Not the sharpest bark in the bunch...CHEEKY MARE! That six sausage rolls she's fined for that . How dare she say I am thick...well that's what  it amounts to. Just because I was not stupid enough to carry a bright yellow rubber dumbbell all the way up the street. I mean, where's the street cred in that?  I don't mind showing willing and chasing it when she throws it, but carry it up the street! That's what Lace or Asti are there for. I mean they are the brats and that's a job for them. My job is to socialise and talk to the ladies and kids like Merlin taught me. To be calm, composed and look handsome and fit at all times. To accept treats and fusses in a well mannered and dignified manner. As for the dumbbell, well I can paste that and the girls to the grass afterwards. Mind you even that's not right for her at times..... It's my favourite trick when I'm out. You let whichever of the Kray twins I am out with go careering off after the toy, give them a decent start so to speak and then grab the end of their tail at full pelt AND PULL. It's absolutely brill! All four legs come off the ground together and they land in a heap on the grass with this silly look on their faces. I sometimes think that there's not a lot I can do right! Make that a scotch egg and the sausage rolls with icecream for chaser. I don't mean it really... She loves me to bits, is just sometimes we aren't working from the same page. Like I am tearing around and she says it's too hot, or the grounds full of holes and I will pull a leg. I know she only does it cause she cares, but what a spoil sport.....anyway I can smell scotch eggs... Got to go. Cool runnings Gryff