Yesterday I sang lots of peeps praises and some of you may have noticed that I did not mention my Poppa but there is a reason for this. My reason is I waffle on about my Momma lots in my blogs so I fought to myself I should devote a whole post on my Poppa.
This here is my Pops
I is not sure what he is doing but it sure does not look comfy unlike my new bed…..bol.
My Poppa is big bear of a hoo-man but he is the kindliest, caringest and luving Poppa any dog could wish for. Supposedly he does not do small dog but you could have fooled me, the way he gives me mahoosive luvs and hugs so my teeny, tiny brain finks that is hokum cos my Poppa luvs me with all his heart and I is a little doglet.
My Poppa does some fings I don’t understand like his little army men and their battles and his love of long dead fings like dyno-sores. He has odd taste in telly box shows and he really likes watching those twinkly little lights in the night sky too, he likes to wear odd socks for some unknown reason . He is a very soppy man when it comes to animals but he is uber lacking in the DIY department but that’s no biggie.
When my Poppa sleeps it sounds like a big old train rumbling frew a tunnel and it wakes me up sometimes.
But with all his quirks and foibles he is the best Poppa in the whole wide world and
Snuggles , Licks & Luvs