Since Mother died poor old Father has been somewhat lonely and doubly so since Auntie Barb shackled up her caravan and vamooshed. Anyway, last week he collected his new housemate, an adopted retired racing greyhound called Sir Jeremy Bentham and he's now obsessed with the sleek sighthound. Unfortunately he can no longer sit on his favourite two seater sofa as the beast has taken almost permanent residence on there and now there's little or no room for Father's posterior next to the spindly hound. Oh dear.
I took Jeremy for a walk yesterday and I must admit that I didn't particularly enjoy cleaning up his stinky 'jobbies', although, as a responsible owner, it's a must. They are far too runny and rather disgusting.
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