Woof Woof

Yesterday I went to the Sweeps Festival, an annual thing held in Rochester . It’s an annual thing and it’s all so very British, with May Day celebrations, craft stalls etc. It’s not as big as the Dickens Festival but it’s fun nonetheless. This years one was sadly disappointing though, and I suspect the local council have focused upon Dickens.

So with that in mind I was a bit cheesed off with things there. I was on my way home when I met two dogs that absolutely made my day.

First up was a big, beefy looking geezer of a dog. It kinda resembled a bulldog but was much bigger, easily three times the size. I asked if it was ok to stroke him (the dog, not the owner) and I enquired as to the breed. Turns out it was an American Bulldog. A more gregarious doggie you wont find. He sniffed at my hand, then stood up on his legs to slobber over my face.

Then, as I neared the end of Rochester High St, I saw something up ahead of me. I couldn’t quite believe my eyes. Was it, could it be my favourite breed of all time? It bloody well was. It was only a Doberman! Iw as made up and fussed over him. A more magnificent pooch you wont ever find. You could feel the sheer power beneath the sleek exterior and whilst he was calm, you could just tell that if I had meant his owner any harm, that dog would have fucked me up.

I am so bowled over by dogs.