Last night at 1.20am I witnessed a serious crime. I saw five labradors (very organised, probably from London) break into Meadowfresh butchers and steal five crates of premium grade cumberland sausages.
After picking up their scent I managed to collar one of them and get a photograph. Like I say, they are very sophisticated. The one I caught looks just like a poodle:
If you have been a victim of organised labrador crime then please read my blog for practical advice on how to survive and continue to live a normal happy life in Jesus.
I fear that they could have been colluding with Sabrina the pussy cat. Too many treats which then lead to bribery, corruption and scoffing large amounts of human food:
There are labradoodles now which could mean the end is nigh!
## Update; labradoodles have been rioting outside Mc Donalds and threatening a take over by force. I have been advised that you should give them Walls sausages to appease them. This could be our only hope of being able to continue eating big tasty burgers. If we run out of Walls sausages then we have nothing left than to beg the Lord for mercy.
In other news, my sewing machine has not arrived. The sewing machine has not arrived yet so obviously I will tie some thread to the door handle and then to the delivery van 20 miles away and call for a wild ground hog to head butt the middle of the thread, thus making a swift delivery to my door. I will then knit a snuggly jumper for that ground hog and me Sabrina and ground hog will have a cream tea around the kitchen table. Obvious I know.
Should I state the obvious?