Some time ago my guide dog, Trigger graciously consented to be interviewed by me. Below is a reblog of that post, to brighten up your Friday. The weekend beccons! Kevin
Me: “Thank you for agreeing to be interviewed Trigger”.
“Trigger: “I only agreed because you promised me a large marrow bone”.
“Me: “I don’t remember making any such promise!”
Trigger: “No bone, no interview”.
Me: “OK, you win but I’m not happy about this!”
Trigger: “Just get on with it will you. I can see a fox in the garden below. I want to go and play with him”.
Me: “You know foxes don’t appreciate your idea of play”.
Trigger: “All I want to do is play chase the tail. Really I can’t imagine why that silly fox objects to me wanting to catch him by the tail”.
Me: “Well I will explain, its … oh lets forget about it. Whatever I say, the next time you are off the lead you will still chase that poor fox”.
Trigger: “To be honest I’m getting bored with foxes. I’d love to…
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