From Guto - Gareth's Dog.

Well Charley, you wanted another verse so here it is

Pebbles head was aching, her thirst began to rage,
It wasn't quite as funny, as it seemed upon the page,
An Ice bucket was the answer, full of Adams Ale,
So Pebbles sipped the water down, and wagged her little tail.

Pebbles, I sympathise, my master left a glass of Brandy by his chair at Christmas while he slept his dinner off. It tasted good but Ooooh ! My head later.

Still I got my revenge; I woke him up twice that night to let me out into the Yard.

Guto – Gareth's Welsh Terrier

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