Dexter’s Day: Coming out?

Today, I thunk there is something going on in the Universe:

Mummy says I’m a ‘little Tish’ – or something like that

And I don’t know why!

I’ve only stolen socks and knickers and onions and an orange –

So what’s the harm in that?

I didn’t thunk I was a “Little Tish'” anyway: I thunked I was a Labrador!

Little Tish’s are , well little and cute and furry and fit in handbags….

I CAN climb into Mummy’s bag and steal things

But I’m not supposed to!

Anyway, if I’m going to come out as a Little Tish,
I’m going to tell you a good joke: (And it’s got Big Words!):

Did you hear about the dyslexic insomniac who laid away at night

Wondering if there really was a dog?

There is! It’s MEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Am a Dexter dog – and me thunks probably a Big Tish not a Little one!

Wuff and wags

Dexter x