danny la rouge
More like *fanny* la rouge!
Sorrel is just away out with Mrs la rouge, who takes her for the weekend morning walks (I do week days). She's going to be 12 this year (Sorrel the Labrador, not Mrs la rouge), and she has arthritis. But she's still up for a walk. Well, she's still up for going anywhere, really.
If she thinks the car keys have been picked up, she's at your legs, nudging you towards the door.
"Where we go? I can come? I come. I find car. Car this way. I show you".
Then she'll run up and down, finding out who else is coming.
"It'll be fun. We go in car. You come too? You me go in car." Doing breathy pants that we interpret as Dog Laughter.
Now, you can call me an anthropomorphising sentimentalist if you want, but I'm absolutely certain that that's what goes through her head.
If she thinks the car keys have been picked up, she's at your legs, nudging you towards the door.
"Where we go? I can come? I come. I find car. Car this way. I show you".
Then she'll run up and down, finding out who else is coming.
"It'll be fun. We go in car. You come too? You me go in car." Doing breathy pants that we interpret as Dog Laughter.
Now, you can call me an anthropomorphising sentimentalist if you want, but I'm absolutely certain that that's what goes through her head.