Took Pip in his crate to puppy school this morning.
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| Pip and his dreaded crate |
Even though I put a big juicy bone in the crate, he still hated it and started barking on the Wallington Road. A barking dog inside a car is an ear-splitting experience. Resorted to baby strategies and started singing.
Started with ‘How much is that doggie?’, then when he started whining, made up a bastardised version of ‘Don’t cry for me Argentina’
Don’t cry for me dearest Pippo
You know the truth is I always loved you
All through your pup days
Your mad existence
I kept on singing
Givin' you dog biscuits...
