Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Slow

Poor old Monty is growing old.
He's a bit slow now, deliberately, I think.



Monty! Where are you?!



Hurry up, you old plonker!



Groan. Come on!



Don't look at me like that.



"But I don't want to go home, Dad."
Yeah, I know. You never want to leave the park. But it's dinner time.

Si the DogBlogger
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