Great time at the weekend. Ewen and I had a major spot of ball play, to coin a phrase. Even did some paddling. It was nice and cool on the nether regions. The beach was quite quiet. Ewen and I thought it might have had something to do with yesterday's football derby between Hibs and Hearts. Hibs got cuffed. 5:1. That's a bit like me against Mirren in the weight scale. I was knackered for the rest of the day. He had me running up and down sand dunes. My poor back legs were done in by the end. Good fun though. Mirren couldn't keep up. She may win the on flat but 150 lbs (68kg) of Wolfhound coming down a hill at you is not to be challenged. I win.
Also Pam has been telling me about a book called "The Giggler Treatment" by Roddy Doyle. It's a kids' book. One of the main characters is a Wolfhound called Rover. He is famous, and a millionaire, on account of his rather gigantic poos. She says it's all part of the breed, whatever that means, But that really is another story. Fame!!
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