Dear Aunty Judith…

Angus: “I need your help please, again, Aunty Judith”

Aunty Judith: “What’s up Angus?”

“I just wanted to check something, because you were my breeder, correct?”

“Correct.”

“So, what breed am I?”

“You’re a Labrador Retriever, Angus.”

“Well, that’s what I thought I was!”

“So what’s the problem?”

“Mum seems to be very confused – could you talk to her please?”

“Tell me more….”

“The thing is, she keeps calling me a ‘little terrier'”

“That doesn’t sound right, you’re a lot bigger than a terrier”

“Yes that’s what I thought.  We have terriers at Highfield Hounds that I go to, and I’d need a couple of those a day just to survive.”

“OK hang on while I call her”

<a few minutes later>

“Angus?”

“Yes?”

“You misheard her.”

“Oh?”

“It was ‘little terror‘”

 

Angus

 

 

 

 

  1. ? poor misunderstood chap x

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