Meet Snoop - I haven't but you can. Last week, when I had been deserted once again, SWMBO went to a wedding in Plymouth, wherever that may be. Hang on hang on! I think they collected me from Plympton 14 years ago. I wonder if it's nearby. Anyway, she met some lovely people apparently, who were trying to get their dog fixed up with a hunky dog like me. And what a lovely bit of stuff she turns out to be. She looks very grand on her lounger, showing off her bits. I'll woof you what, if I was 92 years younger . . . . . . she could have had me. I think she comes from quite a posh background. Take a butcher's at that decking area. Looks like she's about to have some barbecued food delivered to her any moment now, in the shade of a fine Fatsia Japonica. And that's not the only thing I admire about this pooch. She can read! Oh yes, take a look.
Granted, the TV Times isn't exactly what you'd call high-brow but hey - I'm impressed. I guess this could be called online dating. I really like the cut of her jib. I saw her first Scottie. I know you are a J. R. too but I get first sniff of this lady! My Dateline ad would go like this:- Mature, red head (and body) with GSOH and incredibly sharp teeth - if somewhat brown now, would like to meet a furry friend for long romantic walks in the woods and spaghetti meals, a la Lady and the Tramp. Cats need not apply. Whaddya think Snoop my sweet?