A Lovely Stick

Now, that is a really good stick. I think I will take it home with me.

Having a Ball

We were in a nice park yesterday, and I found this ball up a tree. I could sniff it, and stopped under the tree until dad came and helped me get it. I did not know that balls grew on trees . . .

I Found a Ball

I found it and I am taking it home. I don't know why, but that's what I do. Then I leave it inside our gate and never look at it again. Soon it will be put in the bin, because otherwise our garden would be full of old, burst balls.

Water Dogs

There is a lot of splashing when someone throws a stick in the river. Guess who got the stick (far right).

Baaaaad

We went to a park yesterday. There was a sign saying DOGS MUST BE KEPT ON LEAD but they saw it too late - I was off - chasing a rabbit. Then I went behind a bush to go to the toilet. They decided to leave the park, and went across a field, first making sure there was no livestock. But there was a sheep. I found it. They were not pleased at all when that sheep suddenly appeared, followed by me. I understand that there will be no further visits to the area for a while. I wonder why.

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The Pill

They keep putting pills in my dinner these days. Normally I just swallow them, because I am too hungry to notice, but this evening I decided to make a fuss. I left it in my bowl. Mom tried everything. She put delicious chicken grease on it, which I licked off. She wrapped it in ham, which I ate. She put it in my mouth along with a biscuit, but I spit it out and ate the biscuit. Then she tried to push it down my throat, but I got the better of it, and out it came yet again. In desperation, she threw the now wet and soggy pill in my bowl, so I went over and ate it. Just like that.

Rolling Rory

My good friend Rory is a white Westie, and his "mom" likes to keep him white. Rory, however, is a normal dog, and dogs like to roll in things. There he is, after a good roll in the mud.

Summertime

Ahhh, is there anything better than sleeping in the warm sun on a summer afternoon? But I am not sleeping. I am watching them. A walk down to the river would suit me fine right now. Or a biscuit.

Dog Pack

There is a lot of us now in the group that meets every morning for a walk in the park. From left: Pepper, Charlie (pup), Kilo, Misty(sitting), Benji, Rory, Big Pepper, Meg (yellow lab), and me. The people, oh never mind their names. The best ones always carry dog treats in their pockets.