I knew I was part Scottish and French. That remains the same. I also believed that the other side of my family, the Fletcher's, were of British origins. Well, God help me, it looks like they were actually Irish. After years of razzing Mr. P. on the horrible fact that he is Irish, turns out I'm at least half that too. I don't even like beer or potatos. But then I don't like haggis either. Actually, haggis has to be the most putrid thing I've ever let pass my lips in both taste and smell. Up to date at least. (That even includes the taste of vomit by the way.)
Anyhow,
Happy Saint Patrick's Day. If you try to kiss me though, I'll probably slug you, but at least I won't spit like some Irish do. (See previous post for this to make sense.)
Despite how he looks, he really enjoyed this. When he offered him a treat his bow fell off and he picked it up to bring it with him.
He's a British Lab by the way.
5 comments:
aawwwww thats so cute :D
haggis is vile! i do not know how people here can eat it. and the deep fried version looks like a fried penis
Does that sofa have feet? Or is it flat on the floor? I can't quite tell and I'm not judging. I'm just curious because I approve of not having to dust under things.
Most all my blood is one or another kind of peasant. With an Irish majority. I figure I'm in good shape because they must have had genes of steel, the ones who survived...
Grandma Murphy would be proud.
Cute dog!
Belated St. Paddy's Day wishes to you! I'm half-Irish and half-Scottish. As for haggis? I've never seen it up close and personal but I've read about what it contains...and the mere thought of it makes me feel physically ill. My Mum, on the other hand, sings it's praises...she also eats tripe! And yes, she's the Scottish parent!
Btw, Hunter looks so darned cute!
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