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Dreadful Nonsense

"I've read your blog. it's really funny. you should write a column." - Jon Ronson

Ladies and Gentlemen, it's Tuesday, it's Part Two of a Five Part Series, please welcome...

BUTLER!

Butler is the second of the two old labradors that we currently have living with us (I say 'currently' only because I'm constantly trying to talk my mother in to getting more dogs, and specifically more labradors. So far this hasn't work, but I don't let that put me off my dreams). Butler was given to us as a puppy from a litter of six other pure bred chocolate labradors. The only condition put was the fact that all of the puppies had to be named after chocolates. We picked Butler after the expensive Irish chocolates. Other puppies from his litter are Rolo, Tiffin, Buttons, Cadbury, Choco and Deefer. The last one, you'll note, is not a chocolate.

This is Butler lying on my old duvet, which is currently covered with a dog blanket, acos he is a dog. He's getting terribly old now, as is clear from the white beard he now has, although the rest of his coat hasn't really changed colour. He also hates having his picture taken, and refuses to look at the camera, because he's a bit of a diva.



Here he is in the garden, still trying to avoid the camera. Of note here is the fact that he's got one of his huge collection of teddy bears with him - this one is a hedgehog that formerly belonged to my sister Louise. He tends to carry socks and brushes around with him wherever he goes, presenting them to people occasionally, but importantly not actually handing them over. He's also quite partial to empty plastic bottles and the inside of toilet rolls. We keep a handy stash of teddy bears all around the house so that he's not walking off with socks and brushes, which are more important to our every day life than our teddy bears.

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