I managed to snap this photograph of my little boy, otherwise known as Bramble.
In fact he's not a little boy, he's MY pet dog. Not my parents, not the 'families', but mine. See, my name is on his doggy certificate.. and on the odd occasion I pay for his vet bills. That be the extremely odd occasion. Okay, i've paid once.
[is he taking the mick? under my duvet with his head on my pillow ♥]
But that's not the point, he's still my little pup. He's around 6 now, I can't really remember, but he's starting to get grey ears so I'm guessing he's around 6. That could mean he's anywhere between 4 and 8. Well he's around 6.
♥ Onto the story, or rather the mystery..
You see, today when my dad said 'shall I take Bramble for a walk with the others?' I was a little shocked. Not because he was invited along, because he's always invited, but because he didn't wanna go for a doggy stroll. Instead he kinda whimpered and hid behind me. At this point I was in bed on the internet, and was kinda suprised he didn't wanna go. Yes, he's extremely lazy.. but it's all cos he's fat. A little chubby, a small bit of excess weight on his tummy. In fact we call him 'fat boy' on the odd day. Yet he usually loves his walks.
I went into detective mode, asking him why he didn't wanna go and had anybody been mean to him. That didn't get very far, as dogs don't really talk. He did twitch his ears and put his head on one side instead, if that counts. I still haven't got to the bottom of this mystery though.. so am going to ask him tomorrow if he wants to go 'walkies' and see how he reacts.
Maybe he was having a bad day, or maybe he just couldn't be bothered.. ♥
As always thank you for taking your time to read my blog, I really appreciate it! ♥