Hey my name is Bunk, although my great great great great granddad was from Newfoundland I was born in a little croft in the highlands of sausages! sorry I mean Scotland.
In 2 months time I will be 21 dog years old so I am in my prime and I like to …sausages! show everyone that I am indeed the centre of the universe. I am completely driven by my hormones at the moment and apart from… sausages! I am only interested in meeting the ladies. I do not know why but it came over me just a couple of months ago, there I was …sausages! sniffing a flower and I caught a scent, it was intoxicating. I buried my nose deep into the flower and the ground beneath it and filled my lungs with the heady aroma. I could tell so much about her, where …sausages! she slept, what had been eaten who she had licked it was all there to be …sausages! smelt. I had a taste and my teeth started to chatter, I was drooling like an old garden tap, this was it…puppy making time!
Now when we go for walks, whilst Lilly (pretty but daft as a box of frogs) chases the ball for the thousandth time I have a greater mission, to sniff and water every flower, tree, post and bench in the entire park. Maybe if the big puppy in the sky shines on me I will get to meet my dream girl, or any of her mates all of whom are now in my mental “little black book”.
Oh I also love sausages…nom nom nom