Me an' Rosie went and did a gig for the 1st Lubenham Brownies this evenin' on be'alf of The Blue Cross. Brownies it turns out are female 'uman puppies wot is younger than 10 (that's 'uman years) and is looked after by a Braan Arl (that's the bird - not the beer) what is really a grown up 'uman and not a bird at all. Confused?

So anyway, we pitches up an' the Brownies all sit down and wait for us to get our act together, and dead polite they was too. Rosie seemed to 'ave a bit of a thing about Braan Arl, as in she seemed to fancy 'er.

Dad introduced himself an' me an' Rosie an' you could tell which of the Brownies 'ad dogs of their own an' who didn't just by lookin' at 'em. So then dad got 'em split into two groups and each group 'ad to come up wiv as many fings as they could fink of wot animals need to be 'appy livin' umans; you know, food, water, love, that kinda stuff. And they was dead good at it an'all, though poo pickin' wasn't their fave idea.

Then it was me an' Rosie's turn. Dad told the Brownies that when they cam to say 'allo they should 'old their 'and out so we could sniff it then give us a stroke then if they wanted to give us a treat an' he showed 'em how to put it on their 'and an' old it flat so we wouldn't nibble fingers - like we would, not. The ones what had their own dogs just came up for a cuddle no problem but you could tell a couple of the uvvers were a bit leary. Leary, of me an' Rosie - I ask yer? Still, our charm won 'em over and I reckon everyone gave us a cuddle which was good.

Then we just 'ad a bit of a rattle wiv the girls. They 'ad loads of questions about us and the rest of The Beastly Beasts and dogs and they told us about their dogs and one lass told us about people painting poo, what sounds a bit weird if you ask me.

When the parents turned up for their puppies Braan Arl reckoned they was all gobsmacked at 'ow quiet and well be'aved the girls were. All I can say is Rosie and me fought they was great an' we a good larf this evenin'.