Me and Jean went to the beach today. The tide was miles out and, if I’m honest about it, so was Jean’s mood.
She was raging over some horrible stuff she said she was eejity enough to read on Twitter, whatever that is.
Anyway, it was nasty comments about people who aren’t white and she said that they may as well be kicking me, in all my blackness, around the place too.
It seems potty to me that someone could think that a white dog is somehow ‘better’ than me, based just on our colours.
I’m not going to take this too seriously cos I have friends who are all sorts of colours and I know that colour has nothing to do with whether they are kind-hearted or good fun or anything really.
I couldn’t resist having a go at painting the beach red but I look like an odd kind of red setter perched on my rock:
So, I’m going back to my blackness and the ‘moody’ kinda pic that Jean likes.