“Okay, I think I better take the mic for this one. The name’s Dino – I’m the good-looking brown and white husky at the front, whilst just behind me isTom, my black and white younger brother from a different mother. The jumped-up poodle at the back is Suki, who claims to be some breed called a Samyed, but I’m pretty sure that must be Latin for Big, Pug-faced Hairball.
“Half marshmallow, half-Bungle from Rainbow, if you could see Kenny Roger’s farts, I’m guessing they’d look an awful lot like Suki.
“To be honest with you, despite our differences, us three dogs get on pretty great – we’re the best of mutts. And it’s this big, lanky streak of wally who thinks he can control us that unites us three.
“You cannot believe the fun I have when it comes to heading home from the South Beach, or The Cove, or wherever. Yer man here starts whooping and hollering, getting ever more desperate as I refuse to even acknowledge his presence. And then the eejit just keeps getting louder and louder with his calls. “DINO! DIIIIIIINO! NO! DINO!”. It’s beautiful.
“I always wait until he sounds like Tarzan with a hernia, and then I just stroll up to the footpath, nice and slow, stopping every now and then to sniff a stone. Sometimes, I just squint my eyes and pretend I can’t see the guy, just to see him do his big lanky wave thing.
“So, yeah, speaking on behalf of Tom and Suki here, gotta say, Greystones is pretty darn sweet. We got fresh air, lots of space to go a-roamin’, plenty of cafes and restaurants for handy scraps on the ground, and, of course, this John Cleese tribute act that we take for a walk every day.
“Now, if we can just figure out where to bite him to trigger that Ministry of Silly Walks routine, our lives will be complete…”
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Well done Greystones Guide. What a lovely bunch of doggies.