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My servants, John and Jane took me to France recently. I met a handsome French Bulldog. He moaned about all the restrictions that are forced upon him and his canine companions. He has absolutely no idea what we have to tolerate!
I’m about to go for a walk, why don’t you come along, you’ll see what I mean.
This is the seafront. What’s the first thing you see … and the second, and the third? Sign after sign after sign.
I’d love be let off my lead and go for a run around the beach. Those kids are having so much fun, why shouldn’t I?
Hey, look, ice cream for dogs! I’m standing firm until they treat me. They can tug all they like, I’m going nowhere until I get what I deserve. Ah, thank you, yum-yum-yum-yum-yum-yum!
We’re off again. That’s an interesting sign, trouble is, we’re leaving the promenade and going to the park. There’s always tomorrow.
It’s no better here, just look at that pillar!
Anyone for tennis? Anyone but me and my mates it seems.
The signs go on and on, I’m not even allowed on the swings!
I sometimes wish I was a guide dog, I could poop wherever I wanted and watch humans dodging it!
Oh no, it looks like we’re heading for the shops. Actually, things are looking up, there’s the pet store! Yeah!
And here we are back home. Thanks for tagging along. I bet you are glad you’re not a dog!
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Thanks to Jenne Gray and C.E.Ayr for hosting The Unicorn Challenge
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