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Sunday, 12 February 2012

Stinky trumpy trousers!

Hi All,

I have held of putting this post on as I am a little embarrased! I went to the office last week with mummy and although a normal week by my standards, I was troubled with a little wind. I was taken out for a walk after letting one go whist on mummy's lap, from the speed we made it outside fully coated and booted, I guessed it was a pretty bad one and reckoned I had probably been whisked outside to prevent further 'air biscuit' activity.

The following day was worse,  I repeated the sneaky deed under the desk of the tall blonde lady next to mummy (she does all the sporty activity, in dog terms I would say that she is built like a greyhound and looks like she could run fast). After I had delivered my 'stealth guff' (silent but deadly) and sneaked away, I thought I had passed it unoticed. Unfortunately my rancid vapours had reached the 'greyhounds nose' which wrinkled up in disgust and I was called the stinky trumpy dog! Sadly as my trumpy bottom is still unleashing havoc at the office and also at home, I am now referred to as 'little miss trumpy trousers ' Phwew and Phut!

xx

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