Saturday, 12 March 2011

Clipping Brandy on the lead-rope.

It wasn’t Brandy, it wasn’t the pen, it was the lead-rope.

The day that I couldn’t find the lead rope was a good day. Because it meant that I had to order another lead-rope. The day after the new lead-rope arrived in the mail, the old one mysteriously showed up. But I didn’t need to mention that because we all knew that this was going to happen. It was good that the old one showed up though, this meant that I didn’t need to double it up any longer as the dog lead also. Now he can have his own lead.

I clipped Brandy on the new lead-rope the day it arrived. Same colour, same feel, no probs.

Just didn’t have the smell of the dog on it.