2/8/2017 2 Comments City Dog.. or not?Some of you may or may not know, but our trips to town are some of our favourites. (Simba's POV) They usually commence with a bumpy bus journey, where I make faces like this at mum, as she's got a treat in her hand to keep me out of the way of other passengers boarding the bus. I don't notice, but apparently the kids, the mums, and the old ladies on the bus coo at me. I'm too busy contemplating my next snack. Once we disembark, we take a stroll through the town center. I like to tug on the lead, chasing the pigeons that scrounge off of the happy shoppers bumbling from one store to the other. I wish they'd share their yummy finds with me, but the pigeons aren't so friendly when there's dogs around. On this particular trip, we stopped for a rest in the quiet part of town so mum could relax her aching arms for a while. Apparently, I resemble a steam train. I don't really get what she means, though. (PS. I'm wearing my lovely Duke Of Bristol bandana here - check them out, they're one of my favourites!) We head across the bridge that canopies the main road, where I like to splash in the big puddle at the very top. Here I am staring at all the cars I'm not allowed to chase, because I'm on a lead. Doh. It's so unfair being a dog. Our next stop is Pets At Home; my favourite place in the world! The bunnies smell wonderful, the hamsters want to be my friends (or not) and every food, toy, and treat I could ever imagine wanting is all there, all in one place! I'm even allowed inside. My favourite stop is at the raw food aisle, where mum might pick me up a bone for dinner. Sometimes she gets treats, or a toy for me too. This time she got me a brand new bright orange ball launcher since we left mine at home, which meant we HAD to take a trip to the park to test it out. As the kiddies bit was empty, I was even allowed to play on the apparatus for a few minutes. YIPEE!
I left the park a liver cocker spaniel after I opted to drink and jump in the muddy puddle water rather than the fresh, bottled (disgustingly hygienic, I call it) stuff mum offered me. I was so filthy we were forced to skip the bus ride back (yay! Extra walkies!) and despite my naughtiness, mum even treated me to a trek through Fairlands Park on the way back home, in the hopes that I might clean myself off in the lake. It was frozen over. A bath followed our eventual arrival, as well as a thorough mopping of the floor after I left my muddy footprints in every corner of the house. It wasn't hard to sleep well after the adventure we had!! Simba (& Milla)
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