Christmas dinner at Brindle HQ. Not traditional, but fillet steak with a 3 root vegetable mash, pan-fried sprouts with bacon, Yorkshire pud and a rich port wine sauce. Not too shabby for a pugmas lunch!
Join in everybody!
🎵It’s coming home
⚽️ It’s coming home
🎵 It’s coming
⚽️ Football’s coming home!
Dad’s promised us the more likes this tweet gets the more treats he’ll buy us at Pets at Home. No matter what the score is, we’re guaranteed to win...Kerching!
If you heard a knock at your door and looked through the little peephole and saw this, would you let me in or hide behind the sofa?
“IT’S ONLY ME... I’ve come to eat the contents of your fridge!” 👁👅💦
I’ve noticed on walks brofur Bruno is getting all the attention from the lady pugs. What’s he got that I haven’t? What wiv his fine & dandy, all sing & dancing, fancy schmancy, firing on all cylinders, with all the bells & whistles, there for all the world to see... testicles!
Well, if dad leaves his lunch on the coffee table to go and get a knife & fork, what does he expect? Rookie mistake!
Here he comes, keep shtumm, keep shtumm! 👅
If you’re a sossidge in my dinner bowl this could be the last thing you ever see, it’s the stuff of nightmares! There’ll be little chipolatas crying themselves to sleep tonight after seeing this.
Mum’s dishing up my dinner and who is at the window? MR SLINKS! 🐈 He was reaching through open window wiv his paw.
Do you know the worst thing? Mum put a bowl of biscuits and water out for him... and you think know people!!!
What’s happening? I’ll tell ya! I’m sitting wiv dad on a steamer chair in the garden. He’s trying to take pictures of me without getting his beer belly in the shot.