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By jaspers1980, Jun 30 2019 06:54PM

Helo Guys Mr Jaspo here the best looking collie in Wales. I hope you are all well and have wagging tales?

The field is finally dry so we can go sprinting again. Our human friend won't walk all the way through when it's been raining. I don't think he likes to get his socks wet....

He's still trying to be a poet. He will never be like me of course but we humour him by listening for a bit as he reads one out. Silly fool.

I am sure there was a time when he thought a Sestina was a car...and tried to have a day off with an Ode.

Me & Lana were chatting about this the other day. How he saunters (posh word for us dogs) around with his hands behind his back. Walks like a crow if you ask me. Then comes out with sentences that he calls metaphors. And I sit there thinking 'Who's Phors?' then Lana tells me he met no one, it's just a technical term for some silly poetry thing.

He nearly caused an argument once when our human mother's sister came round for Christmas. Her name is Anna.

And he was walking round saying Anapest....he really did have some explaining to do. I wasn't sure on the term but Lana again informed me it's a poetry technique. Haha, me and Lana pooch were sat behind the sofa with our paws to the mouth! All I heard him saying was 'Anna, you're not a pest!'

Ah well, the good old poet of North Wales! The man who twisted an ankle in the garden playing footie with us two and told our human mother he had a metrical foot.....

By jaspers1980, Jun 23 2019 06:50PM

This past month all we've had is rain! Our human tuts and frowns at the backdoor before he takes us out. He says we're OK because we have a coat! Does he realise a dogs fur needs warmth and comfort! We may look warm in these sleeping bags but me and Lana know ourselves, rain soaks us to the bone. What does our human friend do if he gets wet? Has a shower! Ha! Sometimes I look at him and wonder what planet he's off....why get wet twice?

Our human mother and our human father were in the kitchen yesterday. She was preparing some dish when she asked 'Get the cloves ready'....he emptied the dryer. Me and Lana walked out sniggering.

They went out the other day, Harlech I think. Our mother took him to the beach. He's started a new job and is finally giving us all some space. Me and Lana can stretch out on the whole of the sofa instead of sharing it with him while he watches Shaun the Sheep.

Apparently he ran about picking up pebbles and bird feathers on the beach. Too excited! Me and Lana put the Cricket World Cup on. We love watching ball sports. My tongue hangs out as a man chases a ball across the grass. With all this rain we're not allowed in the garden to play. Our feet get too muddy. So he says anyway. Though he can come in with his boots and leave prints in the kitchen. Rule for him rule for us.

We're going out soon as he has started to yawn. He looks more like Barney Rubble every day.

I will try and get back into the routine of blogging again. Not sure where the time goes all I do is chase squirrels, eat, sleep, chase the ball, sleep, yawn, eat, lick, kiss, sniff, sleep.

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