So blog off!
Some people really don't like dogs do they? I recently learnt that Sam, who's living in Hanoi was unable to read my blog, as it was being censored (well it was probably all of Google!) He did however manage to read it by logging on to the wifi at a coffee shop or bar. They're a rum old lot, those Namnies! So a dog is not allowed an opinion? Obviously not there, given that us canines can often be seen on a barbie by the side of the road.
Anyway enough of that! Let's talk about me.
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| My latest discovery is takeaways - not the food ones you lot like... |
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| but sticks from my wood |
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| I'll quite often bring one home |
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| They're great to chew |
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| But they do make a bit of a mess on the lawn. Who cares? I don't have to clear up! |
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| I still have a bit of a fetish for plastic though! |
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| Look at all of the Bluebells in my woods |
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| A nice way to spend Friday evening |
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| Another takeaway |
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| Back in my woods early on Saturday morning. Wait a minute... |
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| It's another f**kin stitch up! They're off to Norwich for the second leg of the play-offs, leaving me on my own in the garden all day - mind you it's better than staying indoors. |
In the winter when they go to football they leave me indoors and put Radio Suffolk on, so that I can hear the commentary, which is okay apart from having to put up with Mick Mills' monotone analysis. Oh and then some of the pratts who ring the 'Moan in' after the game. For the record Ipswich lost 3-1! Now I don't mean to sound horrible, but I was secretly pleased as it meant that I wouldn't be neglected whilst they went to Wembley on Bank holiday Monday.
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| Why do you call these stinging nettles? |
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| They don't bother me |
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| I'm getting closer to Strummer! |
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| Do you think I need to see a therapist? |
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| I'm about to get disturbed |
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| Notice the washing up bowl? |
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| You can lead a dog to water and then not let him in. That's what happened here, we stopped the car here just to take photos |
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| That's the Orwell bridge behind me, people sometimes jump off it - seems a bit dangerous to me |
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| Pin Mill and Felixstowe are down that way |
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| I got to go swimming at Pin Mill |
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| Where's my stick gone? |
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| The Butt & Oyster at Pin Mill |
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| Can you imagine what would have happened to me if Ipswich had of got to the final and I done that? Anyway what the f**k is a cockapoo? |
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| Darren stayed at ours the other Saturday and insisted that I slept with him and he was drunk! I'm not that sort of a dog! |
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| Look what I found in my woods! |
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| June 6th and I find out that they're still playing football! It was the Champions League Final between Barcelona and Juventus and for a laugh dad thought that he would test my skills at predicting the winners. Simply whichever biscuits I eat first represented the winning team |
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So I chose Barcelona and guess who won? You know that! So that's an Election and a Champions League final, correctly predicted. I'll have to do it again just to prove it's not a fluke! You can watch my video on Youtube
https://youtu.be/mUXarhxWj3A |
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| I'm like Paul the Octopus, he got famous predicting football matches during the 2010 World Cup |
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| A Sunday afternoon drive to Tunstall Woods |
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| You call them Rhododendrons, I call them Rudiedendrons |
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| Co-pilot |
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| The inevitable pub stop! |
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| The Unruly Pig - no not me, it's the name of the pub! |
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| The garden furniture is out and guess who got caught lying on it! |
I've been eves dropping on a few conversations recently and If I'm right there could be a road trip soon, could be it be to France? Knowing my luck it'll be to the kennels!
I'll let you know next time.
Rudie The Dog xx
