Mr Scruff

I almost got run over this morning. The Blonde’s new fitness regime is to blame.

We left the house at 7.15 for the first time this week cos she was ill from some rock n’ roll film thing on Monday night (she rock n’ rolled in at 4.30 am and woke me up, grrrr).  So we goes runnin’ quite fast up the road which, I have to say, don’t give me much chance to sniff at any lamp posts or even cock a leg.  So we get into the park and she let’s me off that leather thing and as usual I go mental, running around in circles, chasing squirrels, sniffing and scratching and doin’ dog stuff.  I was just about to have a sniff over at the bin and there she was, the best lookin’ cock-a-poo I have ever seen. She was dog-tastic… But leaving so soon?!

The park gate was open so I ran out to have a look if she was still there but I ran into the road by mistake and was a whisker away from being hit by a car.  My dog tag says on it ‘I shouldn’t be out alone’, I now know why. I ran back into the park and there was Blonde, absolutely hysterical runnin’ around looking for me.  I acted all casual but was secretly glad to be alive still… Wonder if that cock-a-poo will be in the park tomorrow,  Maybe the Blonde’s new fitness regime isn’t so bad after all.