Woof!! WOOF!!
Rover here. James A and his family are my humans. (My name isn't really Rover, but James has given me a name that embarrasses me, so I'm not going to let anyone know it.)
James is having a bath, so I thought I'd put paws to keyboard while he's gone.
To all my fellow pooches, could you please post a piccy of yourself in New Zealand and tell me about your life there compared with the country you started in? If you were born in New Zealand, tell me about your life there anyway. What's the food like? How do you get your steaks cooked? What are walkies like? You know all the sort of doggy stuff I mean.
The trouble with James is, he's not as clever as he thinks he is, so he'll stuff up my life in New Zealand unless I can point him in the right direction. In spite of the fact he's a bit dim, he's one of the most loyal humans I can think of, although I must admit training him has been a nightmare. Frankly speaking he's been an embarrassment, but that's a story for another day.
Please help with your piccies and stories.
Yours woofingly,
Rover (my nom de plume)