Dear Diary,
The weather is really picking up. Sunnier days are heading this
way. I had hoped to head out to the golf range, but my thumb is
still a little sore. Maybe next week, fingers crossed.
I caught Scruff having a sly scratch this morning. He wasn't too
pleased when he saw me making up his little bath. Nevertheless he
got a thoroughly good scrubbing. Now he's laying on his bed giving
me a mournful look with his sorrowful doggy eyes.
I won't give him any sympathy though. Oh no, he'll thank me later
when he isn't scratching away at himself. Oh do stop that whimpering
Scruff....oh go on then, just a little treat, and only one doggy biscuit
mind you. He sure knows how to play me that mutt!
London, here I come!
Graham.
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