Monday, 4 August 2008

Let me introduce myself

My name is Clive. I am a Cocker Spaniel, 2 years and 10 months old, and I live in a pub in Wales., with my mum and dad and my brother (sort of) Dylan. He is scruffy.

For some time now, I have been of the opinion that I should share some of the thoughts I have with the wider world. I have so much to give. So, this is what I shall use this blog for. Also, to give you a little insight to my world, the world of the cocker, the world of the Pub Dog.

Notable events today included:

- a trip to the beach (always a cause for celebration since it involves not only a trip to the beach but free-range play with My Ball) and,

- a haircut (never a cause for celebration, though it does involve me getting rewarded for my eternal patience with lots of treats - in this case, homemade cheese & herb biscuits. Damn they were tasty).

As I type (okay, as I dictate and my secretary types - these paws weren't made for keyboards you know), I can hear beery voices floating up the stairs. Pubs, I have discovered, are quite challenging for a sensitive boy like me. I have my favourites, and I love it when little people come in, but groups - pah - not sociable! They don't look where they're putting their feet. Times like that I belong on the sofa, or the bed. Or alternating between both.

Anyhow, it's time I went off to look for my supper (mum isn't quite of the same mind as me when it comes to supper-rights but I am ever hopeful!).