The perils of long-distance relationships and other love concerns.

Last Thursday evening, I was out with My Cushion at the little park round the corner when these 2 boys came along.

They were wheaton terriers, just like Lionel [as in Richie] and Barbara [as in Streisand]. [You can read about them HERE. It's one of My Typist's favourite stories.]

I'd never seen these 2 boys before! Their names were Fergus and Bosun. 

I think they liked me!

Maybe a bit too much.

Trudeau could see I was in trouble and tried to help.

But it was no use and they had their way with me.

 

I know these pictures look bad! Anyone would think I was having a good time.

Let me say e.m.p.h.a.t.i.c.a.l.l.y! That's just not so! I already have a boyfriend.

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Last week, Frankie PigDog asked me to be his Valentine and I said "YES! thank you, Frankie!"

Here's a picture of My Frankie that I stole. [Sorry.]

I was so excited and happy when he asked. You can see he's very handsome and robust just like me.

I was also very glad I wouldn't be one of those poor sods that had no one to love them on Valentine's Day.

But a week has passed. 10 whole days, to be exact, who's counting.

If you're reading this, Frankie, and have seen those incriminating innocent pictures of me having a ball, please don't be angry! I love you lots, possibly more than lamb necks.

I wish I could visit you! But My Typist says you live in New Zealand and that's too far away.

To tell you the truth, Frankie, I think this long-distance relationship thingy may not work be doomed. Don't you think so too? I know it's a terribly serious and complicated situation and you might like to give it some thought before responding. I don't want to rush you. So how about you get back to me tomorrow?

Until then, I promise to remain your faithful and Gorgeous Little Pigdog, Georgia Little Pea x

P.S. To help you make up your mind, I am coming clean about my love life so far.

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Boys I've kissed and am telling about.

Monty. My 1st boyfriend. He loved me as I was, and was my best friend when I was exiled from the dog park.

I hardly have any pictures of Monty.

He got upset when his mini-human arrived and was sent away to live in Nowra. We never even got to say goodbye.

Atlas. What a dreamboat.

He still lives nearby but we never seem to meet anymore.

Maybe we're like starcrossed lovers or something.

Maybe our humans just have bad timing and should get their act together.

Jack from England, who was even bigger than Mr T!

He would've made a great boyfriend except those hussies, Mana and Tora kept getting in the way.

After a year or maybe 2, Jack snuck off to live in New Zealand. Sadly, I'll probably never see him again.


Potential boyfriends from the hood, if Frankie decides to call it quits. [No harm in being prepared.]

Larry?

Nah. Too nice.

Darcy?

Nah. Too small. [Please note, this could be Aggie. My Typist gets them confused when they're not together.]

Hector? 

Big, handsome and funny. A great choice if you like hairy boys.

 Hector is very hard to capture on camera.

This could be because he has a criminal record and needs to keep a low profile.

The Other Hector?

Not bad. Could be too young. I'd hate to end up like Demi.

Hugo?

Okay, this could be scraping the bottom of the barrel.

Anyway, he's already shacking up with Dora and they're moving/have moved to New Zealand too.

Hey! Can someone tell me why everyone's moving to New Zealand?

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A walk down memory lane [for those with another 10 minutes to spare].
There are many love stories in my neighbourhood. We are a romantic lot. Unless you've been following my stories for at least one [1] year, you might have missed them. If you like [and are over 18 and not easily offended], you can catch up HERE and HERE.