Life and Times of Mr. Nigel

Hello, my name is Nigel. I am a dashing young lad from the Westhighlands. I'm only four months, but my maturity level is probably that of a 50 year old.

Saturday, June 17, 2006

Non-Stop grunting

Last night we went on a walk with my friend George and he could barely breathe by the time we got to the end of the street. We kept having to stop every 10 feet so he could catch his breath. Good God George! I kept saying to him. I mean, he's like one of my best friends and all, but he is like the type of friend I have to hide my food from before he visits - you know? When we returned from our walk all he wanted to do was sit in front of the open refridgerator.


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