It seems that talkybones change plans. Mummy was getting her paw covers on and Daddy was settling down to tippetytappety the day away. Then Mummy got onto her talkybone - a very important use of it - to order me some food! I will forgive her for that! Then Daddy's talkybone squawked and Mummy removed her pawcovers and Daddy put his ones on. It was all OK though - I got to escort Daddy all the way into town and back, via a postyoffice to supervise the dispatch of some more calendars and goodies (not many left now - get your orders in quickly! www.guidedogoakley.org.uk/shop.html ) We also went into a shop with lots of tippetytappetytoys and talkybones in it. Daddy handed the manhuman a long tail with a 3-clawed paw on the end. Apparently, this manhuman is some kind of tippetytappetytoys vet and is trying to make Daddy's toy better.
Mummy has been yipping at her talkybone quite a lot today, and tippetytappetying a lot too. When she is tipettytappetying her toy yips her messages out loud. I have heard my name mentioned several times! Uh-oh!
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