Mr Smith hates the dog. Our dog is a lovely ruby coloured cavalier (orange to you non doggies) with silly long ears and a velvet muzzle. He is extraordinarily affectionate and has a lovely spaniel disposition and a stupid teddy bear look. How can anyone hate the dog? Even dog haters admire him as he does "cuddly" rather well. Children adore him. Mr Smith's dislike of the mutt stems from the dog's refusal to be walked on Saturday. It was raining and the dog didn't want to go out; there wouldn't be enough people out to admire him. He put on the brakes and ground to a halt. Mr Smith got cross and now refuses to ever walk the dog again. This means I have to do the morning walk as well as the afternoon walk which is all very exhausting.
I am going to my Zumba class this morning in my new T-shirt bought at Nike in Portsmouth yesterday. I am really looking forward to it. Today's class is at a civilised 10.15am not a gruesome 9.15am. Much easier.
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