Reblogged from Usual Muttwits:
A splatter of mud hits Treacle on the snout, followed by another, sailing above overhead.
Splat!
Onto the pressed white shirt of Sixlegs.
“Treacle!”
Wot in butt-lickin’ hell?
As two small muddy fourlegs scramble up from the pooping pipe hole and trot towards him, crossing the High Street and dangerously dodging roundlegs.
Hi ho Treacle, snifz yuz Treacle! yaps Smudge, who lives with hindlegs in a right proper house den.
Yo, blind doggy, snifz yuz adds Mouse, a daft streetlegs who tags along with any fourlegs wotz out walkies.
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Fun post and even managed to learn a new word or two 🙂
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I’m not surprised from the Muttwits 😀
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Hi Suzanne, we muttwits think that thems hindlegs are not so good with their scritchings – so we make up the words they should be, er um, scritching 🐾🐾🐾
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