Dentastix are my preferred method when it comes to keeping my teeth gleaming and white. As you can see making sure you get rid of all the plaque means extreme concentration.Once you've nibbled with your front teeth clean your incisors, don't stop until they're sparkling. And whatever you do, make sure you don't forget those pesky back teeth.
Like Old Mother Hubbard's cupboard my biscuit tin has been empty for the past few days. It's not as if I haven't been a good boy (except for the soon to be blogged about Scalextric car incident). I keep hearing phrases like "Damn it! We forgot the dog biscuits" so yesterday I commenced my plan.
Just as Derren Brown tonight will be trying to turn the nation into 'Psychic Spies' I have been practising my mind control techniques using the 'sit like a good boy and stare' technique. Here's how you do it: repeat after me:
GIVE ME A BISCUIT. GIVE ME A BISCUIT. GIVE ME A BISCUIT.
I'm an angel, ask anyone and they'll tell you. you only have to look at me. Here, look:It's just sometimes I have a cheeky side, a playful side. Unfortunately, it's not always well-received. Take this morning, for instance. I got out of the door to get into the car far the usually drive to my Granny's. My mummy looked sleepy and a bit annoyed so I thought I'd cheer her up while also waking her up with a little bit of fun. Mummy opened the car door.
"Dudley, get in" she said, as she always does.
I took this as my cue to run around the garden skipping merrily past my Mummy.
"Dudley, get in" she said, angrily.
'Oh, I get it' I thought, 'she doesn't get it's a game' So I ran to the car door, then shot back round the garden for another lap. Daddy had come out of the house now to start up his motorbike and was also shouting at me to get in the car.
"Dudley, get in, or I will go without you" she said, growling at me through her teeth and starting the engine. I took another lap around the car.
Mummy and Daddy suddenly saw the fun side of this game and started laughing loudly so I ran straight into the back seat of the car wagging happily.
Dudley is an 8 (ish) year old Greyhound Saluki Lurcher. He spent the first months of his life in a shed, fighting other dogs for food. When he was found he was drastically underweight, covered in scars and had a seriously bad case of worms.
During his first day alone in his new home he opened the fridge, stole all the food and ruined the kitchen.
Six years on he now goes everywhere with his owners, he's the perfect weight and is spoiled rotten. This blog will show you the various adventures in the life of Dudley Doo the amazing singing Lurcher.
Dudley welcomes comments and is on the look out for any friends (he's also quite keen on finding a girlfriend!)