Barney

Hi all... it's Richard here instead of Barney.

In fact, I've sneaked in while he's not looking (being asleep and all that) to write his blog for him this week.

Now, it's come to my attention that Barney has been blowing his own trumpet somewhat (I've read last week's blog) and I thought I'd put the record straight about that ridiculous woofer.

For a start, his ears are just hilarious, especially after they've been trimmed a bit.  He looked a bit like Toyah when they were first cut now he looks like some kind of inca (except with ginger hair instead of black).

And he lies about sleeping most of the time.

And he's very annoying... no matter how far we walk him, even if it's for five hours (which we often do on a Saturday) the first thing he does when he gets home is pick up a toy and demand to be played with.

And he gets the hump, usually when he doesn't get fed roast chicken or he's not being played with or when we do housework or when we're in the office or when we go out for a drink and leave him at home or when we go away to work... in fact, he gets the hump at just about anytime.

He's a pest when we're out on a walk and won't come back because he's sniffing at another dog's whatsits.  And he looks at muddy puddles, looks at us (at which point we say 'Barney... Barneeeeyyyyy, no.  No, please don't do it'), looks back at the puddles and thinks, what the hell and dives right in.

He smells a bit, too.

But then a little girl in a pushchair stopped at the shop window.  As usual Barney ran to the window to make a fuss of her... it was very touching to see the little girl had a cuddly toy dog with her that looked exactly like our Barney and she just wanted to show him.

Whatever he may, that ridiculous dog is ours and he's pure... Barney.  We love him...

Come in to see him.  He loves the attention.