Born to be Wild!
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G’oof dudes.
Tis your wondrous Rog the Blogger back again.
It’s been a bit dry between blogs. There is a good reason or two or three or more reasons. I have been a busy dude examining all the ‘experiences’ carefully – especially the food ones. A bloke has to eat lots and lots after all to fuel his adventures.
Today I’d like to encourage you pooches to step up and be especially bold as I have now tried two wheels!
Evil kn’evil eat your heart out.
Actually, a little ox heart would be a nice chewy snack. But I digress. Or is food really a digression? It is more the fuel of life. Especially treats and snacks! One can never have too many treats and snacks - except my human rations them out too strictly. She uses some disgusting rationale that I could lose my ‘lean and mean and shapely’ outline. As if! I have the body of a truly phenomenal athlete. As such, it needs fuel!
Ooops, back to the reason I have returned to the keyboard. Two wheels!
Being an extraordinary hound, I ride. I run. I eat. I run some more. But being a hound of remarkable abilities, I also ride a vintage motor bike. Not just ride. Just like I run at speed, I race a vintage motor bike. While not the same incredible freedom of being a runner of grace and speed on my four pegs, the ‘hog’ can be fun. It is especially fine to sit on it revving it up next to my human on her Vespa. When I open up the throttle on my ‘hog’ it is ZOOM and she is eating my dust!
Speaking of ‘hogs’ I do enjoy a bit of the old dead pig….
Now, while I fully appreciate that not all pooches have the style and ability to ride, there are other ways a pooch can get mobile via two wheels. For the smaller pooches like my mates Gu-man and Stinky, they can ride pillion. Actually, the Gu-man wouldn’t have the grace and balance to be a pillion pup. So for the Gu-man and other pooches wanting to be like the wild ‘un, have I got a treat for you.
No! Not that sort of treat, though I am getting a bit peckish after pecking out this blog. What I mean is the treat of motorised freedom – a ride in the side car of a powerful and full of grunt motor bike
The crow eater pooches are in for a thrilling treat. If you are a crow dude, point your human’s mouse clicking finger to http://tiny.cc/b3NRX
(tiny.cc/NlTdh)
G’oof dudes.
Tis your wondrous Rog the Blogger back again.
It’s been a bit dry between blogs. There is a good reason or two or three or more reasons. I have been a busy dude examining all the ‘experiences’ carefully – especially the food ones. A bloke has to eat lots and lots after all to fuel his adventures.
Today I’d like to encourage you pooches to step up and be especially bold as I have now tried two wheels!
Evil kn’evil eat your heart out.
Actually, a little ox heart would be a nice chewy snack. But I digress. Or is food really a digression? It is more the fuel of life. Especially treats and snacks! One can never have too many treats and snacks - except my human rations them out too strictly. She uses some disgusting rationale that I could lose my ‘lean and mean and shapely’ outline. As if! I have the body of a truly phenomenal athlete. As such, it needs fuel!
Ooops, back to the reason I have returned to the keyboard. Two wheels!
Being an extraordinary hound, I ride. I run. I eat. I run some more. But being a hound of remarkable abilities, I also ride a vintage motor bike. Not just ride. Just like I run at speed, I race a vintage motor bike. While not the same incredible freedom of being a runner of grace and speed on my four pegs, the ‘hog’ can be fun. It is especially fine to sit on it revving it up next to my human on her Vespa. When I open up the throttle on my ‘hog’ it is ZOOM and she is eating my dust!
Speaking of ‘hogs’ I do enjoy a bit of the old dead pig….
Now, while I fully appreciate that not all pooches have the style and ability to ride, there are other ways a pooch can get mobile via two wheels. For the smaller pooches like my mates Gu-man and Stinky, they can ride pillion. Actually, the Gu-man wouldn’t have the grace and balance to be a pillion pup. So for the Gu-man and other pooches wanting to be like the wild ‘un, have I got a treat for you.
No! Not that sort of treat, though I am getting a bit peckish after pecking out this blog. What I mean is the treat of motorised freedom – a ride in the side car of a powerful and full of grunt motor bike
The crow eater pooches are in for a thrilling treat. If you are a crow dude, point your human’s mouse clicking finger to http://tiny.cc/b3NRX
So dudes, “what is better than a good all body scratch?” Simply the wind on one’s muzzle.
‘til next time Mateys.
rog
