Happy St. Patrick's day! In honor of green I thought I would get in the spirit and show you my festive eyes! Ooooo I'm like the Leprechaun of Airedales! And yes, I am still balding...
Anyway, today started off great. I slept in until 7 am and at that time I took my morning poo, then ate some breakfast. After nibbling on my human for a bit she decided it was time for a long walk! We even got to take a new route! Oh man! You wouldn't believe all the great smells that awaited me around each and every new corner!
I ran into some bushes and had to show them who was boss, I don't want them thinking that they can just sneak attack me whenever they want...so I got them first Muahahahahahahahahahaah! See, I got them, but I walked away so they thought the attack was over, but I wanted them to know that I was serious and meant business, so I came back and got them again! It was GLORIOUS!
One thing I'm confused about right now is poop. Yes, poop...well poop that isn't mine. See, I thought all two legged humans followed us four legged humans around to pick up our poop and cherish it throughout the walk while it was in a baggy. Apparently, that is not the case for everyone!
Sometimes I just want to stop and smell the flowers, oh wait! But no!!! I can't because there is a huge turd laying right next to it! And it's not even mine! If it were mine I would at least know to stay clear of it because of it's high potent smell, thus, I could move on to another flower.
Then, I went running through our grassy field and had to quickly test my reflexes and dodge another fat dump that a very LARGE dog must have left. I don't know...maybe others have good intentions of fertilizing the ground so that more flowers can grow there, but I don't want to smell any flowers that have the scent of butt.
Even my Uncle Frisco has two legged humans that carry around little blue bags to pick his poo up! By the way, meet my Uncle Frisco! He is a 12 year old Welsh Terrier with lots of personality. It took a little bit of time, but we bonded...he loves me, though he may never say it out loud! But I do love him! He has a great Schnoz...I inspire to woft the air just as he does!
Oh well, Viva la poo, I guess! Woohoo for a nap on St. Patricks Day!
Howl at you later!
Mr. T-Bone Beasley