Oh dear I do believe I shall have to send my apologies to my Dood pals Murphy and Stanley this month.
You know, I so enjoyed taking part in their 'Fractured Fryday Hairy Tales' events in July and August. They really were super good fun, and everyone's stories just grrrreat.
But this time I don't think I can do it.
You see, the task is to write something including the phrase 'Just when I thought things couldn't get worse'.
All my friends will know by now that I had a perfectly horrid real life experience last weekend.
Oh it has just been too hard for me, this week of all weeks, to conjure up a narrative about things getting worse.
Right now, I only want to think happy thoughts.
I want to think about sunshine, lamb shank bones, cuddles with Gail, trips to the park, my tank-loving girlfriend Addi, games on the beach, mountain expeditions, comfy sofas, more lamb shank bones, more cuddles, and a world in which everything just gets better and better.
Hi, I'm Bertie, a wire-haired fox terrier pup. I live with Gail in Aberdeen, Scotland. An old Westie called Hamish used to live here but he died on 18th February 2010 (exactly the same day I was born). People tell me that he used to have a blog and that I have big pawprints to fill. That's a bit too much responsibility for a very young puppy - and anyway, I intend to make my own mark!
(Gail says that Hamish could certainly have taught me a thing or two about marking stuff....)