Buster the Black Lab and Yesterdays Shenanigans !
Yesterday morning I was awoken by a strange unfamilier odour, I layed still, my senses working overtime with my minds eye. Trying my best in understanding the reason for the toe-curling pong! At once all was revealed for me. As a breath and lick of tongue slivered across my still half-asleep boatrace. Buster! Had determined, that seeing his master, my son Mark. Had been good enough to offer running my market pitch for the day, I was going to take Buster for his morning walk. I new this was his... Sign in to see full entry.