Hiya. I am Bruce. When the humans go away, I get to live in this box with them.
Living in the box means that I can go exploring. This is good.
But they still don’t let me at the delicious smoky things. This is bad.
I eat meats, so why can I not eat these meats?
And why may I not sniff at the behinds of my three new friends?
Humans are unaccountable and strange. Here, for example, they told me proudly that I was “Ireland’s most northerly dog.”
. . .and here that I had to sit very still because I was on “giantscauseway”
Humans, you are stupid. Who cares what a place is called? What matters is how it smells and whether or not there are dead crabs to be found there.
When a place is lacking in dead crabs, it usually has a stick.
Watersticks are particularly good.
I’ve recently discovered a fun new game . . .
. . . DUNE JUMPING!
I’m not sure why they find me so amusing . . .
. . . but I think that the beach might be my favourite place of all.