The Mystery of the Missing Baguette
When mum got back to the car, she found the baguette bag torn open, and a half eaten baguette laying at my feet. #(%**$%&$* she said. Oh but it wasn't my fault I protested! It wasn't me.
Hello to everyone, big and small, furry or not. Welcome to my blog, a place where I share my stories, adventures and mishaps. My human mummy Sheila decided that every extraordinary airedale (such as me) should have a dedicated website or blog, so that's why this blog was spawned. We've added a 2nd Airedale into our pack. Rummy is a cheerful outgoing younger brother, and the both of us make life worth living for our human Mum. Cheerio