Partner in Crime

There are big ships and there are small ships. But the best Ships are Furiend-ships. *wag wag wag*

This is my little furiend Jack.

Lil Jack

He’s 11 months old, only 2 months younger than me, and he’s the lickiest dog that I know. His humans and my human are best friends, so we get to see each other a lot. We’re always ganging up on the humans and getting them to take us for Geo-Walkies, in nice new woods … and we always race to see who can sniff out the horse poo first. Jack LOVES to roll in it and I like to eat HUGE mouthfuls *wag wag wag* It’s true, it tastes and smells SO pawsome!

On the weekend, Jack and I took the humans for a Geo-Walk in a woodlands nearby. We had to search out the treasures and the humans always make me pose for pictures near the treasure.

Chimney in the Wood

We’d been out for HOURS and I heard the mancub ask my human something.

”ROAST CHICKEN, BELLA”

That’s what I heard, although my human assures me that the WHOLE question was ”We’re having a roast dinner, with chicken, do you want to come ? You can bring Bella”

I only heard the chicken bit and ran straight over to Jack to tell him that we need to make a plan. We both LOVE chicken.

After our long walk, everyone was hungry and me and Jack were drooling all the way home, thinking of that juicy chicken, steaming on the plate and wafting delicious meaty smells into our noses.

Humans – 1, Dogs – 0

We got to Jack’s house and already I could smell it. Turns out, the humans had ALREADY cooked the chicken. They went straight to the kitchen to prepare the vegetables and there was NO opportunity to sneak in there and steal it. Not one.

The humans took HUGE plates of food to the table … they were so hungry they didn’t even talk, they just stuffed their faces like little piggies.  Jack whispered to me … and we made a Plan B.

Dogs – 1, Humans – 1

After the humans finished STUFFING their faces and making ‘mmmmm’ noises, they cleared the table and sat down for dessert.

Dessert – you know the one? The creamy, sweet and delicious kind. The kind that smells good and sits on the kitchen counter all by itself when the humans eat their dinner.

The kind that dissapears all by itself too.

Gone where?

The humans asked Jack and I if we knew where it had gone. As you can see by my innocent eyes, it had NOTHING to do with me.

I’d like to set the record straight for EVERYONE …

Not Guilty

It had NOTHING to do with Jack either.

*wag wag wag*