Anyway, today we went down to the National Mall. I was worried it would turn out to be a shopping centre, but no, it's a sort of big old park full of statues and monuments and stuff.
I was hoping we might run into that nice Mr Obama - am dying to know what breed the First Puppy will be - but no luck. I did find one or two interesting critters, though - and gave this one a run for his money:
But my best discovery of the day was the incomparably scrumptious Hot Dog. Dad didn't want me to try them, because last time I ate something that pink it led to the great Jumping On The Table And Running Amok incident. But I did my best begging pose...
... and mum soon caved. Hah! Delicious!
7 comments:
hello maggie its dennis the vizsla dog hay mamas shoor ar eezy to git treets frum arnt they??? ha ha ok bye
The first puppy HAS to be a Vizsla ;-)
I think that squirrel might have been more tasty, mind you I have eaten squirrel but never hot dog. I'm hoping it's not a relative?!
Hi Charlie. Am troubled by the thought I might have eaten one of my canine brethren. Mum says it's ok, though, and that hot dog is what is called a misnomer. S'actually beef. Phew.
HOT DOGS ARE YUMMY!
That squirrel looks yummy!
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