No I am sorry, I tell a lie. It did rain one Thursday, but remarkably it was the one week when we, for some reason I can't recall, went walking on a Wednesday instead. That Wednesday was a fine day too.
Sam arrived at my place with Ned this fine morning. I tried my best to look as though I hadn't been up all night getting the place tidy. She thinks it is always this tidy, and that I always regularly do the washing up. Mind you it is nice tidy, I might try to keep it like this. She and I were rehearsing a song to sing together at that nights open mic event.
After we had exchanged Valentine cards and gifts (that's all you need to know at the moment) we were going to have a quick run through of the song, before setting off on our walk. We were going to walk from my place across the back fields. That was our intention anyway, but the dogs, especially Ned had other ideas. Love was definitely in the air.
Sadie had come into season and young Ned, emboldened by the recent rapid descent of his new testicles, decided, quite naturally I feel, that this Springlike Saint Valentines day, was the perfect opportunity to test their efficiency, and in the process,
|Sam and a muddy Ned on a previous walk.|
Whenever Ned disappeared from our sight, we didn't panic because we knew he would be found in the workshop having vigorously enthusiastic humping sex, albeit amateurishly, with the armchair!
We had to give up on our walk, but at least we got to practice our song, between prising Ned off the armchair, that is.
Hours later when I picked Sam up to go to Open Mic, I noticed that Ned was still aroused and walking funny, (oh the memories of my youth this is bringing back to me) and had once again turned his attentions to the guitar case. I can understand his confusion, because in the right lighting conditions, and viewed from certain angles, that guitar case could easily be mistaken for an attractive Border Collie bitch! It's an easy mistake to make. Why I remember one time when I was a mere youth myself I once mistakenly.... Oh dear, perhaps some things are best forgotten about?
Ned is going to have his vibrant new testicles removed soon poor lad. I wonder what they do with them. Seems such a waste just to throw them away. I wonder if they could be transplanted.....? NO! That is so wrong!