Many of you regard me as a mild mannered, mature and straight-laced individual. MOST of the time Ma would admit that I am rather boring and mundane, slooping along in life with little inspiration.
This is why I have decided to let rip and enter Mango Minster to prove her wrong. There are many occasions when I flick my well-hidden switcheroo (click here for demonstration) and become a Cracker Dog!
Yes, normally I am a very calm dog. I share my toys with friends:
And tend to sleep a lot:
BUT. Inside I am like a rabid hyena, ready to pounce:
I take out my frustrations on anything:
It is frustration and pent up responsibleness that caused the extensive renovations to the facade on my house:
One cannot be a model citizen at every moment. The snow in September 2010 unleashed some sort of fury within me, ears and all:
I enjoy playing nice with my friends, you know the bouncy wouncy pouncy airy fairy stuff of generic labradors. The problem is... I don't have any boucny wouncy pouncy airy fairy friends to play with hence I seem either avoid at all costs... or turn into some sort of fang crazed demon and inflict serious revolt on my dearest friends, even ones that already have other injuries and are instructed to be on bedrest, they aren't immune to the "thing" that possesses me. It can't be all bad, they always seem to come back for more:
See, here is a perfect example of the calm before the storm, the "thing" has taken over my brain, made my eyes yellow and bared my teeth like some sort of psycho, it is about to strike:
The "thing" roaring to his minions:
OK, so sometimes I do think the "thing" is just a figment of my imagination. Sometime I do things just cos. I cleared this piece of greenery cos the bally told me he needed a dusty place to rest. Hang on, is it normal for tennisballs to hold a conversation? Hmmmmm: