A dog called Bob

Dear Roberto.

You are starting to remind me of my dog. 

I love him to bits, and he is the best dog I could hope for, but when I ask him a simple question like "Do you want a wee?" he has to run around the whole garden, sniffing every bush and stump, and as much as I adore his little waggy tail and happy positive gait, I'm still stood there thinking "for crying out loud just pee".

Eventually the big moment comes, and instead of letting it all come out, he gives a small gesture, and then off he goes again. If he has to answer a really big question, such as a number 2, then he will run around even faster, and start spinning in circles, like his whole body has been possessed by the Ghost of the Magic Roundabout.

If only he would stick to the important business of transfers in, and err .... transfers out, and present it all in an easy to collect answer, all in the same place, my garden really would be rosey, and tip toeing through the tulips could be a joy once more, without having to worry in case I'd missed anything of significance.

I know he means well, and I trust him and will always be there for him, but if I had to rename him, I would definitely call him Bob. x