There is nothing I enjoy more (excluding food, of course) than sitting outside getting baked by the sun. Yesterday was the first day for a very long time that was possible. It was lovely, just relaxing, but there mom and dad were, working away in the garden. Humans don't have their priorities right.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Wet Days
Every morning we plod along, me and mom, and the other humans and their dogs, around the muddy field with rain in our faces. Wellingtons and wet paws, mud between my toes and a dirty underside that gets washed with the freezing water from the garden hose before I am allowed back in the house. It has been raining for ever, we feel.
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Top Dog
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Red Ball
Saturday, March 03, 2007
Wet sand
Thursday, March 01, 2007
New Car
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