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 This photo was taken in my Nan's back garden. Now obviously in this pic, I am on the right. The other two are my human 'dad' and my Uncle Bramble or Bram for short. He's a Shhhhnow ... Schnow ... erm ... Howitzer - ah no, I remember ... a Schnauzer!
Bram lives with my Nana Joan in Tipton which is of course famous for The Tipton Slasher, The Black Country Museum and Faggots and Peas.
When I was a little nipper, Bram used to tower above me and look very menacing, but I have growed-up quite a lot since then. My mum says neither of us will get any bigger now, but as you can see, when I stand on my tip-toes, I am nearly as big as he is now.
We have been on walkies together now a few times. I have shown Bram all my favourite places to frolick and gambol (Oh yes - frolick gambol - those activities are not just for reserved for our equine friends you know). As you can see, I am beginning to get a decent grasp on the human language now. We went on a walk together in the park at Tipton when I was just a tiny dot and I remember chasing this goose (a Canadian fellow, I believe) and I fell in the lake - it was freezing! Well, that's about all I can think of to say about Bram and Tipton. There's not a great deal I can think of to say about Tipton really. As for Bram, I wonder what he is buying me for Christmas?
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