Ronnie Gets a New Ball

Ok, what's so great about that?

Well, when you're Ronnie, it's a very big deal!

He loves balls and whenever he gets a new one he'll play with it like a lunatic for ages. In fact, it was over two hours ago that he got it and he's only just decided to take a break and have a midday snooze!

But that won't last long because the vacuum cleaner is coming out of it's hiding place and that spells a whole lot of noise, barks and fights with the business end of the thing.

I don't think it's just dogs who hate vacuum cleaners, either. I think it might just be a primordial instinct buried deep inside every male or every species on this planet to loathe the annoying drone of a vacuum cleaner's engine and the aggravating path depicted by its dust-hungry nozzle.
Most men I know will choose the moment that is about to break right here to stop whatever it is they're doing and decide it's the perfect moment to go for a long walk!

To the pub!

Bye....

PS: Ronnie has his lead in his mouth and is standing by the front door with both arms raised and a pleading look on his face - or is that the look of abject terror??? Ok boy, we'll both go to the pub...