As expected I had to endure the entire Trooping before being taken for a trot.
I was close to desperate when the red arrows flew past.
By this time it was wicked warm outside and very humid so with the nieces tongue hitting the pavement after we got round the small loop we came home.
I was a bit miffed because I was very compliant during the entire Royal roadshow.
I didn’t bark more than thrice.
Did you like my use of that oldie worldie word?
Goes well with bearskins and brigades don’t you think.
Anyway it was a “jolly good show”.
Ma and me aren’t biased at all but we think we know who had the best party!!!
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