The day I met my dad

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Ady & Flo
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What a week it has been. Flo and I have been attending all sorts of functions, even some without food, those being the ones Flo was not interested in attending.

On Sunday the boss and I went along to a gun dog show, and I got to meet my dad. He is one fine specimen of a dog and with a name like Drum, what else could he be, but one cool darkie, rippling muscles, and a slave to love, as his many progeny will attest too.

The only problem was I do not think he could get it through his head, that I was his daughter, and I guess the phrase, 'you are a dirty dog” was coined with him in mind! Not a problem though I kept him at bay, but it is no wonder he does not lack for opportunities to spread his wild oats, as he pranced around in the show ring, and generally strutted his stuff.

It was great to catch up with Michelle, the first twolegger I came in contact with, before I hooked up with the old bloke I have now.

Tuesday Flo was the centre of attention at the RSCPA's black collar launch. This is a great cause put together by Marie who laughs a lot and is cool to be around. Being tied up by Flo's lead possibly was not on my agenda but the photo shoot was done and all were rescued from calamity. We hope all of you at the new centre for homeless animals get plenty of support and if Flo and I can help any further let us know, we will be there.

We have another few things to attend later in the week, and being the systematic German, I will be taking control of the social calendar, as if my bestest mate is in charge, we will only be attending the functions that have the initials B.B.Q on the invitations.

Bring on daylight saving and the longer walks in the evenings! – Ady.