Accompanied my human to work today and enjoyed myself running around the corridors and most of her colleagues liked my greeting them (read jumping up to lick their face), but Sean was less enthusiastic. Adnan was cool, but then again he's a writer and knows what's what (setters rule!).
He's my role model and instead of a critic like my human I want to be a writer. I'll write about whatever comes into my head. Mostly birds, I expect, and not just game birds but also the garden birds like the blackbird we feed. He looks adorable in the snow, a black blob with his yellow beak in all that whiteness. Snow, snow, everywhere I look, snow. Today the snow has millions of black spots in it, probably stuff from the blasting at the new building site. Not very tasty either so I obey my human when she commands me to spit, I spit.
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