Mr Scruff

The Blonde seems to forget I iz rescue and have a certain ‘street’ persona to keep up. She’s only gone and discovered that there’s a pet clothing store in Selfridges! Disaster! As soon as I saw that ‘thing’ coming out of that bright yellow paper bag I just thought to myself, it’s happened, finally, she’s gonna start dressing me up. Five minutes later I was grappled to the floor and she wrestled that ‘thing’ on me. It was all Velcro straps and tight on me tum. Then she took me out to her friends house which was the perfect opportunity to show her how much I hated the coat. First of all I started chasing my tail very fast, snapping and growling at it. Then I started charging up and down the mates stairs barking as I went. The final straw was me rolling around on my back at her mates feet with my polka-dot tum exposed. Her friend had the good sense to suggest I didn’t like the coat, The Blonde took it off immediately thank dog.

The next day I spied out of the corner of my eye (I’ve mastered this without The Blonde knowing I’m looking at her), another bright yellow bag. Uh oh. This time it’s different, she’s found me a hip hop style camouflage parka! I iz lookin’ fly guy! Wait til that Cock-a-poo sees me in this tomorrow, those posh breeds love a bit of ruff. Woof!