I seem to have developed a Daily Mail inspired interest in dog dirt. Its a bit loose today/ why did she shit there / look at that fucker letting their labrodur lay eggs there/ whats that smell/ fucking hell/ got any bags ?/
Willow managed to cause me a fair bit of pain this week. We had a guest come round and I was playing flirt pole with her to tire her out before hand. When our guest arrived I gave the end of command and had it my hand whilst greeting them. She obviously did not think we should be finished and launched herself upwards. 12kg of pure muscle terrier cross straight into my balls. Fairly made my eyes water.