Colin the sausage dog was the ‘bomb’, the ‘bee knees’, the most sexy sausage dog you’ve probably ever seen (if you’re a dog that is).  When he walked down the promenade with his swagger and glossy floppy ears swishing besides his high defined cheek bones, the wolf hounds wolf-whistled, the labradoodles drooled, and the chihuahuas, well, the chihuahuas chi-woooo-WOOed at him!

One day, on his morning stroll, Colin spied a beautiful lady sausage dog checking him out.  There was something about her that caught his eye.  Maybe it was the way her tail wagged, in an irregular flutter in time with her eyelashes?  Or perhaps it was the way she lightly panted with her head slightly tilted to one side?  He couldn’t put his paw on it but he knew he couldn’t let this moment pass and he must approach her.  With his mouth, he tore a bunch of pink tulips from the flower bed to his side, and casually trotted over to her, cool, collected and extremely charming.  She immediately rolled over and wide eyed looking up at him, proceeded to paw his ears, nibble at his neck, whilst growling lightly.  He moved across to sniff her bottom.  It sounds extremely forward and unromantic, but in the dog world, this is PRIME flirting material.  With one long anus sniff, he found out her name was Audrey, her favourite colour was orange and she was a Libra.  On the second long whiff, he found out that she had a weakness for Jarlsberg cheese, and penchant for squeaky toys shaped like bananas.  On the last and third ‘snnniiiffff’, he discovered that she was a worldwide surfing champion!  This latest revelation impressed Colin immensely whilst at the same time, it made him feel a little inadequate as he knew, he still used arm bands to swim.

They rolled around on the promenade floor, nipped at each others ears and then chased each other around the coffee cart.  She was responding to his flirtatious ways and he knew his luck was ‘in’!  She took him back to her place, showed him her surfboard, they ate some cheese and fell in love.  The End.