Well, just when we thought it was safe to go out, it snows again. Last week we went for a long walk on Mother's Day and we were wandering in the snow drops. This week they are covered with snow again. Oh well, never mind. Been feeling the cold so I've been lying on the couch near the fire and Pam has started combing me. She has also been grooming Mirren when she gets cuddled down. Mir seems to like it though. One side of me is very brushed. The other side....not so much.
Oh! Just remembered. Happy St Patrick's Day, from an Irish Wolfhound. Forgot to post yesterday. I was too buy busy watching my chaps win the Six Nations at rugby!!
Pam was very pleased with her Mother's day card and gifts. She does seem to be very fond of chocolate. And she does seem to be on a grooming campaign for Big Boy and myself. She should have a look at herself sometimes!
Anyway, it's been a tricky weekend. Three Scots and an Irish in the one house. Big Boy just doesn't let up when it's St Patrick's Day. "The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge met one of my family yesterday with the Irish Guards. The Irish won the rugby. (the Scots did okay too) Don't the Irish celebrate well. Isn't Irish dancing just amazing. Aren't the Irish so musical." I think I might slip him some ice cream and watch him go green!! Very Irish. His lactose intolerance might be useful.
My beautiful friend has just turned one. He is so handsome. Pam says I'm too old for him and too old for twerking. On second thoughts.... his name is Murphy!!!!!???? Do the Irish get everywhere?
My Murphy...handsome chap isn't he.
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