Howl at the … ice cream vanPosted: September 14, 2012
My mummy and daddy have been told by our neighbour that sometimes I howl when I’m home alone. As I rarely bark and haven’t howled since I was forced to sleep downstairs when I first came to live with them, they struggled to believe it. Until yesterday.
While daddy was chilling upstairs, and I was snoozing in the garden, the ice cream van came round. And because I LOVE ice cream, I gave out my best wolfie howl to alert everyone in the street and most importantly, my daddy, so that he would go and get me some nommy ice cream!
But daddy was so shocked by my vocal outburst that instead of rushing out the door like he was supposed to, he called down to me to ask if I was OK and DIDN’T get me any ice cream!!! Humans are useless! What a waste of a good howl. He didn’t even record it:-(
So instead here’s a picture of me curled up on the sofa.
Happy Friday everyone! If the ice cream man turns up in your street, give him a good howl from me and maybe you’ll get the ice cream that I should’ve had:-)