saturday Guy Fawkes night it's freezing -why didnt he blow up Parliament in summer -so inconsiderate..

same old nuts too heavy not tall enough woe,,,,


photo is illuminated affenpinscher on bonfire night-
It is like the Blitz here,-Wheeeee pop bang fizz -all around us- Azi couldnt care less & is off down the park fireworks display foraging for dropped burghers & hotdogs -though he wont ever admit to eating junk food-- ''Nous Chiens Francais ne mange pas jamais le Junkfood. But I will Brrring you a leetle something Brigitta, nevairrre fear.''
I am lying in my tunnel [unexpectedly useful as an air raid shelter,] paws over ears & wearing a protective steel dogbowl on my head, while cub Feathery Fovvers recklessly has paws on the potting shed window ledge peeping out bouncing up & down in delight as the big fireworks go off '' Wwwhhheeee! OOOOOOOHHHH! WOW! Eeek, looka dat! --'he yips.
Just then our Human comes out to call me in for my measly portion of dog nuts,- trying to get in the spirit of things she is waving a sparkler. Suddenly she spots him.. 'OOOhhh what a sweet little puppy' She is enchanted, ''Coochy Coo little pup pup -- are you a poor lost little stray?''-

if he plays his cards right he should be ok...