I turned 14 dog years today and Mummy turned 336 last
Sunday. She said it wasn’t important and
didn’t want to celebrate, but Talisker disagreed. Can you imagine turning 336 and thinking it’s
not important?
Talisker likes to throw parties so used my
Birthday as an excuse to throw a joint one for both of us, and man, did we have
a lot of fun. A dozen dogs, lots of balls and 50 humans drinking falling over
juice always makes for a great afternoon as they become a little careless about
dropping human food and much more generous when we get to eat cake.
Tobermory
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