Just Let The Dogs In .....

 I chain them out, for their dinners. Gives them peace and quiet to eat in. Then I leave them to digest it. Bring them in for the night after an hour or two.

  As I trudged gingerly through the snow, le Ding is busy running large circuits at the end of his chain. Of course, he's got it down to a circular ice rink by now.

  I glanced at this fearsome looking sheet and said; " Don't slip up now, Ding! " Concerned about him, haring round like that.

 Without breaking his manic stride, he just said; " I won't slip up, Dad. You might, ye old cunt. I'm a Dog. "

 As I gently crouched down, to unchain Nigger, wary of my back, I thought how right le Ding had been in his offhand appraisal.

 Fucking Dogs! Gotta love their minds .....