We've walked down the alleys on a hot day.
Now we're resting in a little park.
"More scratches please Dad."
Yes Monty. I'll scratch your ribs...
I'll tickle your tummy...
"Dad ! That tickles !"
I'll massage your poor little legs.
"That's nice. More please."
Sigh, I'm a slave to these hounds. That's all for today.
Si the DogBlogger.