Autumn is late but now it is deep and colourful, tomorrow it will snow, and everything will stop. I am looking out of the window, waiting for the snow. It never snows on my birthday.
The boss has fenced us in, who will come and let us out? Lurchers unite, down with 6 foot fences. This is my barkist manifesto. More biscuits, down with the walking classes .... must go, supper is calling