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Sat 24th Mar: Where we stayed

Cato: These are lllllamas.  They were living over the wall from Mum's splashy pool. and this was the view from our window.  The big window that we could see out of cos it goes down to the floor. and this was Tara's bench.  And my widdle tree. This was when it had just started snowing on the Snow Day.  Looking out through our window. and this is looking out through the door. this is when I needed a wee, and Dad pushed the snowdrift away so I could go out and get all cold and wet and shivery. and this was Mum's splashy pool, what she sat in nearly all the time, which made me worried.  She sat in it in the storm, and the wind and the rain and the sleet, as well as the sun.  I had to stay with Dad when she did, cos he said that otherwise I just worried. This is during the hail storm.  Mum says I have to point that that this wasn't snow.  All that white stuff is hail stones, all hard and hurty and the size of peas. Mum is very very mad in the head.   Dad and me and Tara stayed in all day that day.  Snuggled and comfy (til Tara went stir crazy and bounced a lot), but Mum went out, in the hail, and sat in the splashy pool.  Her face and shoulders were all red and stingy from the hail, and the rest of her was all toasty wet from the splashes!  I was very worried about her.  But Dad said not to worry, cos 'we all knew she was mad before.  A bit of hail in a hot tub is neither here nor there, is it?' And I kind of agree.  But it doesn't stop me from worrying a bit. Mum didn't take any pics of the peacocks, ducks, geese, chickens and turkeys.  I wanted her to.  Actually, I wanted her to take action pics of me Hunting them.  That would have been ACE.  But she said that because of the grim weather most of the time, it was either too wet or too dark to take good pics.  So I never got my hunt. But we did get to bark at them through the fence, which was nearly as good!

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Fri 23rd Mar: The Big Adventure

Tara: So Mum and Dad wanted to give me a nice big mountain walk after we had a wet and windy day, and didn't walk AT ALL.  They said that I NEEDED it, and Mum said that if I didn't get a walk then she was going to spend the night in the hot tub, cos I was all Ninja and Amazing and a Little Madam.  Which is good, isn't it?  Although I didn't want Mum to go to sleep in all that splashy stuff, so it was good we had a walk, wozn't it? Anyway, there are lots of pics, so this is going to be a long one.  If I get tired, I will let Cato take over. This is the starting off.  Up the mountain from the car park.  We knew this woz going to be a good one, cos both Mum and Dad had their walking boots on. My first mountain.  You can't see my bow.  It is orange. The first mud.  It is all mushy leafy and squelchy.  Dad said 'but this is supposed to be the high path.  there shouldn't be any mud.' Haha! This bit was good.  We were on top of one mountain, and there was an interesting wall. and lots more mud! See how high we are?  I went into the field cos it looked interesting, and Mum said, right, we are on the top now, so we should start going down soon. Haha! This is me on a log, above a pool of mud.  I wanted to go and see the wall, but it was a bit squishy.  So I came back. And then we went up another mountain behind the first one.  Mum said 'Goodness, doesn't it ever end?' and made squeaking noises about her knees. Cato was OK, although Dad did carry him over a bit of mud, while I walked along the top of the wall.  That was fun. I am a Mountain Ninja, aren't I, Aunties?  This is a mountain on a mountain. See how high we are?  Mum was talking about altitoodsickymess.  But I woz OK cos I am indestructabubble.  She said that too. And another one! Mum said the path was very piccyesque, but they should have health warnings on it.  And Dad said 'the map didn't give gradients, did it?' There were so many mountains to climb I couldn't do them all! We could hear some water. And there it is!  This pic is looking back.  Cato had to be carried, but I did the steppy stones all by myself.  AND I had a drink. And then we went up AGAIN.  Isn't this the mostest bestest most awesome walk ever ever EVER? But then we had to start going down. And Mum said 'I don't know if my knees are up to this.'  And Dad said 'well I hope they are, cos I think Cato may need carrying more than you do.' Haha! See?  He got stuck. Dad had to go back and fetch him. Mum says that no one can see from the pics quite how squelchy and slippy everything was, and it is a miracle that no one got to slide down the mountain on their backside. That would have been fun, wouldn't it? This is me scouting in a statuskew way.  And this is looking back up the hill wot we had just clambered down. So then we had a sit down and a drink.  We had some treats too.  And that big dog was rescued from Spain.  She was very big!   This is where we had lunch.  It is a woolly mill that isn't woollying any more.  It has eleccy stuff on the roof and the toilets have worms in them so that it has a small footyprint.  Or something.  I squeaked a bit when Mum went upstairs to widdle.  She had to go upstairs because the widdle needed to fall down on top of the wormy house. Mum is mad about trees, isn't she? This was sniffy.  We think this is the same water I drank at last time. It was running down the mountain all the way to here. I wanted another drink but I couldn't reach.  So Dad got the bottle out.  But bottle water Isn't fresh and splashy, is it? Then I saw another path, and wanted to up it.  See that mountain behind me?  We woz on top of that! Dad had to come and get me, cos I wanted to go UP!   Cato just wanted to walk with Mum.  See how dirty his foots are?  Haha! Funny moss stuff. It was very boring along the road.  I wanted more mountains!!! This tree woz OK.  There was a cave under it.  We would all have fitted in.  We could have stayed out all night in our under tree cave den. But then I found another wall and climbed on it.  Dad said 'It is a sheer drop on the other side!  20 foots!' and Mum said 'She won't fall.  She doesn't know HOW to fall.' And I didn't, did I Aunties? And this woz another path.  I went up it to see if Mum and Dad would come too. They didn't. And up this one too. But Dad just came to get me down. And then we went back to the car, so I beat Cato up in the car park. And then we came home.   Mum:  The whole walk was about 3 miles on the map, but with all that vertical mountaineering, and slipping, and clambering down and up and down and up, zig zagging and sliding down from tree to rock to tree, it must have been nearer 5-6 miles.  Cato probably did 8-10 miles, and Little Miss Mountain Goat must have done about 15 miles.  We didn't pass a rock she didn't climb on.  Or a wall.  Or a tree stump.  And she was as fresh as a daisy at the end.  She was exhausting to watch! My knees managed to survive the ordeal.  Just. And Cato did MAGNIFICENTLY.  He is a far different beastie from the poor gluten-poisoned sluggard of last summer.  He was tired by the end, but all he needed was a snooze, and then he was fine.  If we had taken him on that walk during his gluten phase, he would have slept for 24 hours after.  This time, he was good to do it all over again, next morning.

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Tue 21st Mar: Burger and Church (Skipton cont...)

Cato: So when we left the castle, we went down the street past the church that is being used nowadays, and we found a fab pub! We all had burger!  and Dad had beer and Mum and me and Tara had water.  Mum wanted not-water, but someone has to drive home.  I wouldn't mind driving, but it is nice to snooze in the back after a lot of castling and pubbing, isn't it? Anyway, we stayed in the pub with Mum, while Dad went churching, and museuming, and then we stayed in the pub with him, while Mum went churching.   Dad said that there was a 1st Folio of Shakespeare's works in the museum.  But it was shut today for maintenance.   He was sad.  So he is going to go down to somewhere called London to sniff another Folio thing, one day. This is inside the pub. and this is outside the pub.  the stone thing is called a mounting block.  I widdled on it.  That is burger in Dad's hand.  We had to save our burger til after we left the pub.  Tara doesn't think it is fair!  I agree!   Mum: I think it is best if I take over at this point, since Cato didn't actually see the church, so he won't be able to describe it properly. This is inside, standing just inside the door, looking towards the altar. the altar, with painted carving behind it.  Medieval churches all used to have bright painting on statues and across the walls.  Then after the Civil War, Cromwell's men came through and destroyed a lot of the bright colourful stuff, and the ornate carving, and the walls were all whitewashed to cover up the paintings.  Sometimes we get an article in the news of a new discovery of medieval paintings being discovered behind centuries of layers of white. closer view of the altar seats for the choir Sorry this is blurred.  The camera always takes blurred pics when there isn't quite enough light.  I should turn the flash on, but I hate the washed out look of flash photos, and it drains the battery very quickly. This is a Clifford tomb (the Cliffords owned the castle)   This is another Clifford tomb on the other side of the altar.  Family coats of arms on display, and the family tree. I wanted to take more closeups, but there were some people sitting nearby, and I thought they wanted to come in and see the icon (see next pics) so I didn't linger. This icon was on special display.  The languages are Greek, English, Hebrew and Arabic (I think), showing how international and universal faith is. The card below shows a poem written to promote peace.  On the other side of the card is a print of the icon on display. and now for some rather nice stained glass.       After the church, and Dad's wander to the closed museum, we had a quick sniff round the town - which is lovely. And look what we found!  Shih Tzu sized doors.  We think they are hiding fire hydrants.  

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Tue 21st Mar: Skipton Castle

Cato: Hello aunties.  I have to blog this, cos Tara didn't like the castle.  She says that Dad kept wandering off, up stairs and stuff and leaving her with me and Mum, and she was all squeaky and whiney. So I get to blog We had a nice short car journey, which was nice.  You can have too much of cars, can't you?  Even when you have your own crate and bed. And then a bit of a walk.  Very sniffy.  Old places are lovely and sniffy. This is just inside the gatehouse.  Gatehouse is a techy term.  Like my Hunting terms.  It means a house with a gate in it.  Only this one wasn't a house.  It just had gate people living in it.  Anyway, the gatehouse isn't in the pic, cos Mum stood under the gatehouse arch to take the pic.  Those steps go into the castle. The guard lady in the gatehouse said 'the dogs can go anywhere except the cafe and the shop.  And Mum didn't believe her and had to ask twice.  Cos we aren't usually allowed into castles.  but this time we were.  But Mum still told us we had to behave.  And not widdle on things.  And not bark.  And not trip people up.  And not something else that I have forgotten.  There were a lot of nots.  And Dad had to listen too. The castle is the big bit.  with window things and bulgy walls. Mum says you need the boring word pics, because then I don't have to tell you all about it.  I think that is a very good idea.  The red dotty bit is up the steps and in the next pic. So we came through here,  and this is the courtyard in the middle.  I don't know why they builded the wall around the tree. I had to widdle on the wall, when I wanted to widdle on the tree.  Mum didn't see me.  Dad did.  But he said we needn't tell Mum, cos what she doesn't know won't hurt her. There, I peed on the corner. This is a coat of arms.  Mum says. and then we went through all the doors and round all the bits.  They were sniffy. This is a window and this is an arrow slit.  I went and sniffed it.  Mum said 'goodness, they must have been short bowmen!' Mum wishes she had a floor like this.  I would like that too.   Mum says that this is a stove.  for cooking.  with a fire underneath. and this is an old range.  sorry about the blurry pics.  Mum says that it goes like this when the flash is trying to work.  She doesn't like the flash cos it flattens the battery.  I don't know what she is talking about so I just look at her until she stops explaining. another stove.   curing stuff.  I hope you know what curing stuff is, cos I don't. There are lots of towers, aren't there?  Dad left us and went up every single one.  Tara didn't like that.         This was big.  There was a whole class of school kids in one corner.  We didn't spend long in here, cos as soon as we arrived, all the little girls when 'Ooooh!  Aren't they cute!' about me and Tara, and Mum said we shouldn't disturb them. Dad could walk into the fireplace!!!     This is the pic out the window.  Tara wanted to see, so Mum picked her up and held her out the window.  I didn't want to see, cos I don't like heights.   There was another class of school kids in here.  More 'ooohh!'s and 'aaahhhhh!'s   Mum sat on this ledge thing, while Dad went up to the third floor.  Tara whined.   That is the guardhouse what I told you about before. And these are our footprints.  There are mine and Tara's and Mum's and Dads.  As you can see, it had started to rain again. Dad set off to wee, and we stayed taking pics.  The white windows are the cafe and shop, but we couldn't go in there. This is the castle church.  it is old and not used.  we could go in here too.   Mum says that this is where they used to b*th the human pups.  poor things!   We were a bit tired by now, so Dad said we could go and find a burger pub for lunch!  Yay! On the way out, we saw there was more castle what we hadn't seen.  But there were signs saying that it was 'private' and still lived in!  Mum would love to live in a castle. That is Tara, heading off for her burger in the pub. But Mum and me stopped to read this.  Cos it is interesting.  I still got some burger though.    

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Mon 20th Mar: Hebden Bridge and pupcakes

Cato: It was a fun holiday, but it was a weird holiday too! It kept raining.  Mum says she has never had such a wet holiday, and a sleety one too.  although she has had more snow.  We only had a bit of snow.  We travelled all the way there, in the rain.  I don't mind long journeys, cos I sleep a lot.  We always know it is going to be a long one cos Mum sets up a second crate and we have one each.  That way Tara can't trample on me and sit on me all the way there. Mum says it was too wet and grey and manky for pics, even though we had a good walk when we stopped for a break.  And treats.  Dad gave us treats too. Then it was back into our crates for the rest of the long way.  It was OK though, cos we had nice things piled around the crates that sniffed of home.  There were our fleece blankets, and our bag with treats in.  And Mum's coat that smells of stinky perfume.  I was very glad Mum had packed a python and some pigs ears.  It isn't the same without them, is it? It was all wet when we got there too.  And we got carried from the car to our new home-den.  There was a tree, and a bench and a big outdoor splashy pool for mum.  And a really nice leather sofa.  All low and wide and soft and snuggly.  Mum and Dad found it difficult to stand up, but me and Tara loved it. It was too grey and wet for pics.  And then it rained the next day too!  All day.  We went out to a town and sat in a pub and sat in a cafe, and watched it rain.  And Dad didn't have wifi, and Mum didn't have wifi, and Dad wanted to come home!  But Tara said she wanted to see some mountains.  And I wanted to stay with Mum.  So then Dad decided that if he could sleep better he would stay, so he made a nest-den on the sofa, and we slept with Mum on the bed.  And Dad cheered up cos his back and hips didn't hurt any more.   Tara: In the end, we went out and found some mountains!  In the rain!  Dad and Cato followed me.  See: This is the park.  All wet and grey and splooshy.  I was wearing my purple bow wot Dad picked out for me.  And I rolled Cato in the puddles!  Haha! See this is him trying to stand up to my Ninjaness. Oooh look!  this is my first sight of a mountain.  It is high, isn't it? Me and Dad went exploring the mountain range, and Cato tagged along. Mum says the pics are blurry cos of the downpour.  Wot is downpour?  I thought it was raining.   I came over to see Mum.  she is very little, isn't she? This woz a pack of very bouncy dogs.  Their Dad shouted at them a lot, and they didn't take much notice.  I decided to go and stand behind Dad til they went away.  Cato just stood and watched them. It got wetter and wetter, and Dad said he wished he had remembered his lovely red hat wot I gave him for Xmas last year.  Cos his head fur was getting even soggier than my tummy fur. There were ducks too!  (Mum: geese actually) All swimming uphill against the river.  It was all floody and fast, and Cato didn't fit through the fence, or he would have gone Hunting. Mum thought you would like to see this pic.  Something about flowers growing out of the trunk.  Yawn. We both had a drink. This is called a canal.  Says Mum.  Not as interesting as the park though. a sniffy euphorbia. and another mountain! Then we walked along the canal for a bit.  which was boring. except when I found some duck poo to sniff. I think Cato wanted to get on the boat thing. some forsythia, Mum says. And this is when we were going over the canal bridge. That man is chopping trees off the bank.  I wanted to go and say hello and help, but Mum was a spoilsport and put me on a lead.  she said something about 'the last thing that poor man needs on a day like today, is you Tara.'   Not Fair!  I would have made his day, wouldn't I Aunties? We walked along some streets, and talked to a lady with a black Lab who woz quite nice.  And then we went over old Hebden Bridge.  We had seen it before.  Ages ago. (Mum: last year when we stayed around here for a few days - remember when Tara was climbing dry stone walls?), but I don't remember the sniffs. This is me showing Dad how to cross the bridge, and Cato trying to trip Dad up. And see that building with the benches outside?  That is our Paw Cafe.  It is called The Lamppost.  http://www.thelamppostcafe.co.uk/ They like having paw customers.  Last time we came they had been flooded and were closed down, but they were open and we went and sat inside. It was great. There were hessian dog beds for us to use, and menus http://www.thelamppostcafe.co.uk/menu with pupcakes on them, and dog beer.  We even had a menu for us, and a menu for Mum and Dad.  They had scrambled eggs and stuff, and we had a cheese pupcake and a beer!  http://stories.barkpost.com/beers-for-dogs/  we had this one http://snuffle-dogbeer.com/ They were a bit weird.  The pubcake sniffed of banana, and the dog beer had animal deri-derva-teeves in it, so Mum only gave us a little, but it was exciting.  And the Sausage Lady came and said hello and made sure we had water, and stroked us, and liked my purple bow. Mum said that it was a long drive from our holiday-den, but she was glad we came back, cos we like Hebden Bridge.  And wot else are you going to do in a downpour? And then the sun came out.    

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Back from holiday

Tara: Aunties, we are back!  It woz the Bestest Holiday EVER!!! The mountains were HUGE and climby, and muddy and stuff.  And there were llama things and peacocks and snow and hail and stormy lightning and burger-for-lunch and castles and pubs and ducks and turkeys and cats and geese.  We went to a doggy cafe too!  And had Dog Beer and Pupcakes and sat on a Dog Bed and the Sausage Lady brought our food on a special plate and served us!  I want a doggy cafe at home, too.  And me and Cato had HALF the bed, cos Dad said the mattress was hurty and slept on the comfy sofa instead.  Mum says we can tell you all about it tomorrow, cos we are very sleepy now.   Cato: Hello Aunties.  Mum said we could say hello before bed.  It is very nice to be home, although it was nice on holiday too, although Mum kept disappearing into the splashy hot tub pool outside, and Dad wouldn't let me stay with her.  But there was something called underfloor heating, which is lllllooooooovvvvvvveeeeeelllllllyyyyy.  And we did some interesting and history walks, and Mum took pics.  And the hail stones were huge.  See you tomorrow!

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Thur 16th Mar: Holiday beachification

Tara: Oooooh Mum has been so sneaky!  She has been having a Special Secret and she didn't tell us!  We are having another mountaineering holiday!  And it starts today!!!! It is SO EXCITING!!!! It started with a new sausage place.  Not our usual sausage place.  Dad said he felt disloyal, and he prefers the old place.  Mum didn't mind.  Cato liked it cos he could Starling Hunt.  And I didn't like it cos a big black Lab came and looked at me. This is me waiting to see if my sausage is ready.  I have a pink bow on.  Mum brushed me all fluffy before we came out, but I got myself looking right by now.  Fluffy isn't real, is it, Aunties?  This is real.  Cato wanted sausage too. But then he saw a little black pigeon and started obsessifying.  I was still interested in sausage though. That's it.  Mum says that baby black pigeons are really starlings. looks a bit mean to me. The beach was nice today.  Empty and sniffy and the sea was disappearing. We did lots of fighting.  And bouncing.  Cos the sausage was nice and filling my tummy. Cato got cross with me once.  Don't know why.  But he forgot about it after a while, so I bounced on him some more.  No nasty big spaniels today.  so it woz nice. white pigeons.  I know Mum says they are gulls.  But I don't know if you know wot they are.  And if I call them white pigeons then you know wot I mean, don't you?   Just sky Anyway, the bestest ever bit is that tomorrow we go mountaining.  On holiday mountaining. This afternoon we are helping Mum pack and choose toys and blankets and beds and stuff, so that we can have them in our mountains. And tomorrow morning we go in the car to see our mountains. Mum says that there will be LOTS of mountains.  And fields and dry stone wall mountains.  And we are going back to the skate park mountain where Mum took pics last time.  And it is all VERYVERYVERY EXCITING. She says that she didn't tell us about it until today, on account of not wanting us to explode.  Me with mountaineeringness, and Cato with worry about the packing and being left behind.   Mum's translation:  we are off to a self catering cottage in Yorkshire, where there are Dales (not mountains) and dry stone walls, and hills and fields.  But of course, all Tara can think about is mountaineering...  I hope that now Cato is gluten free, he will have a bit more stamina.  And judging by the amount of bed humping he has been doing, it looks like he may be full of the Joys of Spring. 

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Wed 15th Mar: Street and flowers

Cato: Aunties, Tara and me need your help.  Please.  The flower stuff is starting again.  If it is anything like last time, this is just the beginning... anything you can do to get Mum to do proper blog stuff, not flower stuff?  You know, interesting sniffy stuff.  Mud and poos and walking and so on.  Not this endless stinky flower stuff? Yesterday we had to wait AGESANDAGES for our walk.  Mum snuggled with us on the sofa at lunchtime.  I do like snuggling.  I do.  But I prefer walking.  And Mum lunchtimes are best for walking, aren't they?  Anyway, yesterday we didn't get our walk until AFTER Mum did her boring work stuff all day. The sun was going down!  Now evening sniffs are interesting, but then so are lunchtime sniffs.  We went all along here and here We were going to show you Daisy Villa, to see the changes since it has been sold.  But when we got there, it was just all plain and empty.  And there were some people doing stuff in the front garden.  So Mum said we would come back another day for pics. The sun was going down. Mum says that these trees aren't cherry trees.  She thought that last year. But when the leaves all sprootle, they are copper beeches.  I don't know wot that is, but it is something to do with the brown leaves. Sorry this is blurry.  Tara was fidgeting.  I wasn't.  

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Tue 15th Mar: Beachy sniffs

Tara: We went to the sausage place and had Cato's gluten free sausages.  Yum!  and then we went on the beach!!!  Mum says we have to make the most of the beach now, cos when the Easter Bunny appears, we have to leave the beach all the Hot Time, and only get it back in the Cold Time. This is first sniff.  of course. Those people are farfarfar out.  Mum won't let us go that far out.  But it isn't very sniffy out there. Look!  They mended my mountain ramp.  And my climby things have sunk in the sand.  And the yellow sticks are all stuck together again.  I liked it when there woz something to climb! See that lady under the pier?  She has Bertie with her.  Bertie woz very bouncy.  I like bouncing, but Bertie was a bit... er... bouncier  This is him all tall and sniffy and a bit scary. Mum says you like this kind of pic.  Don't know why. and this. This is better!  It has ME in it!  Haha!  And Cato, and a poo bag, but you can't have everything, can you?  Haha!

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Sat 11th & Sun 12th Mar: Sleep and Rain

Cato: Hi Aunties. On Saturday we slept.  Cos we were tired after our two looooooonnnnnnnnggggg treks with AuntieKimDogsitter. And on Sunday it rainedandrainedandrained.   So I did more sleeping.  And Tara did a lot of sleeping and then just burst with BOUNCE.  But Mum protected me from the worst of it, cos I was on her lap.

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Fri 10th Mar: AuntieDogSitterDay

Mum had to go and do Work Stuff today, so we went to visit AuntieDogsitter. We had two walks, and breakfast and foot baths and snuggles.  It was nice.  Tara would have liked it more if the HUGE great brown paw hadn't been there, but he was.  And she survived. This is our walk: https://www.facebook.com/permalink.php?story_fbid=1855695711369823&id=1626201260985937 See Tara mountaineering?

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Thur 9th Mar: Big lake with Mum

Cato: This was an ACE sniffy windy walk. There were plastic bag monsters hanging in the hedge.  I saw them.  But Tara didn't.  Mum said they were safe, cos they couldn't get us.  And they didn't.  Silly monsters. There was lots of mud.  Tara liked that.  It has been too wet to walk down the Tunnel, Mum says.  So we had to mud puddle where we could find it. a sky pic.  Mum says they look like a pod of whales.  Wot is a pod? There were some lovely sniffs.  Mum never gives me time to sniff everything PROPERLY. The fishy men sitting spots are all watery here too, not just at Grandad's and Grandma's These are daffydillies.  All in lines. More sky stuff. I know I look weird.  But it was very very very windy.  See how my ears are flapping?  And my nose was honking too.  Sometimes when it is windy, the wind gets into my nose and makes hooty noises.  I was trying to walk, and hoot and flap, all at the same time. Good job Tara didn't see, eh?  She would have said something silly, wouldn't she? An Iris.   Tara on one of her benches. on one of her bridge parrotet things. Mum says this is the first daisy in the world. Pussy willow the first of the yellow things.  there will be more. I remember their sniff from last year.  There will be lots of them all over... the wind has made everything lie down.   Oh, and this is George and Mildred.  They were having a great time.  They were bouncing and swimming and jumpting and barking, and splooshing and ignoring their Mum and Dad completely. The Mum said they were going to have a bath later, cos they were both due at Crufts in the morning.    

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Wed 8th Mar: Beach again

Tara: Ha ha!  Beach again.  But Mum forgot the camera and her phone thing. It was sniffy, and I wore my blue jumper, and Mum wouldn't let me bounce on Cato properly.  But that was all that happened. Oh, and we had bobolognezee sauce on our tea.  It woz lovely!!!

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Tue 7th Mar: Ping Pong Park

Tara: My turn again!  This was a FAB walk.  With Dad!  We did ping pong til I was all puffed out.  It was ACE. Mum said I didn't need my jumper  cos it was warm We went round the part 3 times!  And the birds looked all scary big, so we didn't chase them.  Cato said they were flocking in a menacing manner.  Or something.  He kept talking about AuntieMarlene and The Birds.  But I don't know why. The we played Ping Pong.  It was the Bestest Ever. See Dad behind the tree?  With Cato doing his Meercat, cos he wants a treat? And me too! And then I ranandranandran to Mum and got a treat.  And then I ranandranandran back to Dad, and got a treat.  I was going NinjaFastAndFurious.  And Dad was sneaky He kept moving, and I had to runandrunandrun to find him!!! But I am very clever, so I found him every time. and then Mum got all sneaky too!  And I found her! and even Cato played some ping pong, and found Mum.   But he doesn't like running with me, cos I like to bounce, mid run.  So he waits until I get there first.  Or do something brilliant and clever like climb on a wall.  And then he goes and finds Mum.  Or Dad. We were so puffed, we had to have a drink. Cato needed a bigger drink than me, cos he was more puffed.  cos he isn't a Ninja.  Ninja's have to keep in training, you know! Next time I will climb some of these mountains.

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Mon 6th Mar: Beach!

Tara: Hey Aunties.  Mum says I have to do a bit of blogging even though I can't remember much... cos we have to catch up the bloggification.  So here goes. Oooh look.  That is me and Dad.  and the pier.  and some clouds.  we must have been on the beach. and that is me running.  doen't I look fab in my PINK jumper.  All slim and athletical.  And running.  Towards that lump of wood.  I look good, don't I?  I wonder if I was going to climb on it...? Oh!  I REMEMER!!!  I was running over to bounce on Cato, cos he was busy doing boring sniffing and piddling stuff behind that bit of wood.  He always does it.  It is very boring.  So I had to bounce on him, didn't I? Um... this is a Mum pic.  Dunno why she took it. And this is me and Dad walking off along the beach, with Cato tagging along. And then we came home. Can I go and have a snooze now?

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Since we got home from G&G's

Cato: First we had to go and check out the beach and the promenade.  Cos you never know what might have happened when we weren't there to make it all be OK. Everything was still where it should be.  Including our Sausage Place  and everything sniffed OK   Tara: So then we went to Foxy Park to see if it was still OK there too... (after we had a spa day, and got bald.  except for my topknot, which I kept.  But Mum says it doesn't look like a topknot any more.  She says it looks like a pom-pom.  and she larffs at me) and we had lots of fights. and there woz mud See how BALD Cato is? Mum went ga-ga over Spring Stuff tulip sprouts cherry blossom buds blue herby stuff wot is in flower now Hyacinth sprouts It is NOT a pom-pom!!! and we met William.  Isnt he GORGEOUS!!! It is a very blue jumper, isn't it?  Do I look like a boy wearing a blue jumper?      

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Sailing Lake and Woody Walk

Cato: Mum says she is sorry, but she is now more than a week behind with bloggs.  She is trying to catch up, but it means I have to do the blogging, cos Tara can't remember the interesting stuff. Also sorry if there are some repeat photos.  Mum is getting muddlified about which ones she has used already.  I told her that she should just catch up, and then she wouldn't forget. So we went for a walk round the sailing lake with Grandad on two different days.  There was sun for some of it, and grey for some of it.   Snowdrops Tara Clambering. Daffydillies The woods.  Sniffy!!! I peed here: and here and here and here Mum says that this tree is old and has no leaves. but it has long spindly branches that have white flowers all over it.  If you are interested in that sort of thing. This is when we found the lake. and a bench.  wot I peed on. Tara wants you to see her bench climbing action shots.  She says that there aren't enough benches at G&G's, so you have to get special pics of this one, cos it is rare and endangered, and needs special clambering.   I just stood there, waiting for Mum.       I needed a drink to refil my pee, cos there was lots left to pee on! This is for fishermen.  But they are a different breed from fishermen near home.  There, they sit on wooden platforms.  Here they sit on weird level woodchips. which sink.  Mum says this is cos of all the rain we had. This is a child being sacrificed to the swan. Mum says she despairs of people sometimes.   Mum: The lady was standing a long way back from the water, with a dog on a lead, so as not to frighten the swan.  Then she sent the child down to the water's edge (muddy, slippery and with quite deep water), with a bag full of bread, to feed a hungry swan that was nearly as tall as the child.  In the time we watched, the child nearly slipped over, the swan got OUT of the water and tried to snatch the bag, and Grandma stood so far back she couldn't see what was really going on, or how close the swan got!) See?  deep water.  This sign was 30 feet from the child and the swan.   Back to Cato: This is a puppy swan.  You can tell cos of the grey fluff. I was a bit tired by now. And even Tara was running out of bounce. So we sat here for a bit.  This is called a Hide.  People sit there when they want to look at birds.  They sit on the other benches when they don't want to look at birds.  Mum says. And there are mad people too. Remember the yellow sprouty things growing in Town Park? Well if they didn't get cut back every year, they would grow into bigbigbig trees, like this one. Mum says I have to explain this pile of logs.  She says it is for bugs and beetles and mouses and voles and interesting PREY to sleep in over the winter.  I peed on it. This is a new pile. This is an old pile. and this is an even older pile.  It is all to do with conservation.  I like conservation.  Awesome sniffs! Can you see the swans and see - there was some sun.  This is where Grandad's boat was when Mum was a puppy.

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Cato's Bridge

Tara: Hello Aunties!  My turn today.  I bet you are ready for ME now that Cato has bored you all with his hunting obsessification. I love Grandad!  not as much as Dad, of course, but I do love him.  He says 'Shut up, you little attention seeking brat' and then bends down and gives me a nice deep back rub.  And when I go 'woo woo wooooo' at him, he goes and finds me a toy to play with!  He doesn't brush me though.   Grandma does that.  and she snips seeds out of my knickers with skissers, instead of brushing them out with the Ow Brush like Mum does.  I love Grandma too. Bet Cato didn't tell you about the bridge, did he?  it was a bit scary, even for me.  And I am MUCH braver than Cato. This is it I normally like bridges.  I like to climb on them, and look over the edge, and sometimes I climb on the parapetty bits cos they are like dry stone walls and stiles. Mum goes all squeaky when I do that, but I don't mind.   But there is something weird about this bridge.  Cato thought so too.  Cato thinks a monster left some stinky monsterness on it.  But that is only cos he thinks he is a hunter. It is on a Footspath, so there are lots of sniffs.  And it is close to Cato's hunting hole, by the stream. So Grandad and Mum went over the bridge, and Cato and I didn't want to.  So Mum walked off a bit, saying 'Come on you two!' but we just sat there and stared.  And then I started to get worried, and I ran along the edge of the stream and tried to climb down to the water.  And Mum said 'Stop you silly widget.  No need to panic.  Look, I will show you it is safe.' So Mum came back and put me on the bridge, and I got off, cos it was a horrible bridge.  Then she did the same to Cato.  And he froze all scaredy and crouchy.  It was horrible. Then Mum picked me up and carried me across to nearly the end, and put me down.  And I RAN to Grandad where it was safe.  Mum went back for Cato, and I saw she woz leaving me!!! So I ran back across the bridge to be with her.  And then we all came back together, Mum, me and Cato in Mum's arms. Grandad said 'Does this happen often?' and Mum said 'Thankfully no.  And I bet it doesn't happen tomorrow, either.  Cato is afraid of heights, but learns quickly.  Tara just follows everyone's lead.  So she was afraid because Cato was afraid, and now she is confident because I was confident.' I don't understand any of that, but the bridge was OK the next day.  Not at all scary.  See: Mum says that true bravery is overcoming your fears.  So that makes me VERY VERY VERY brave.  And braver than Cato, doesn't it? Hey!  no one told me I had a twig in my knickers!!! No fair!  

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Mole Hunting!

Cato:  This bloggy thing is for Karel.  He is a Brother Hunter.  Because of all my patrols, I kept the moles out of Grandad's garden for the whole time we were there.  Grandad thanked me, and said how important it was.  Look at this pic, and you will understand: This is a pic of Grandad's garden looking out of our bedroom window.  Mum lifted me up to so I could see too.  There.  In the field on the other side of Grandad's hedge.  Can you see them?  It is a massed hoard of invading moles, just waiting for me to let down my guard.  All those Molehills!  I just know they were waiting for me to go back home with Mum.  Grandad says he has something that will stop them tunneling in, but it is very worrying.  It won't be as good as having me On Patrol, will it? These are the old Molehills that we saw last time.  My Special Hunter Spideysenses tell me that these are Not New Molehills.  Can you see the dry earth on top? They are in the big field with all the knickerprickle seeds.  I got knickerprickle seeds in my knickers, and I had to sit down, cos I couldn't walk.  Prickles in your knickers aren't nice, are they? I may not have paid quite as much attention to my Mole Hunt as I should - on account of the prickling.  But they were oldish Molehills, weren't they Aunties?  The moles were long gone... This is a fresh one though.  I can tell it is only a day or two old, cos I am a Master Hunter.  See the fresh earth?  The way it has only been rained on once.  It sniffed fresh too. While these are VERY OLD Molehills.  I think they are the Molehills from last time we came to stay with G&G.  See how the grass has grown over the earth?  And how there is only very little fresh earth in two places?  That is cos my Mole Prey is hiding under there in his tunnels, and only popping up to clear his chimneys occasionally.  I asked Mum to stamp on his Molehills so that he would have to come up to breathe.  I would have stayed, poised, ready to swoop in and attack!  But Mum said it wasn't very sporting to do that.  and besides, it was getting dark  and it was time for tea There were other Important Hunting Stuff to do, anyway.  so I decided to go home with Mum and plan for my next Hunt. These tunnel holes were vvvveeeeerrrrryyyyyy interestink too.  Not moles.  Rabbits?  Stoats? Weasels? Rats?  I wanted to investigate properly, but Mum said it would be roast lamb and she said that me and Tara could have some. Isn't that a lovely hole?  All sniffy.  And the Prey inside had arranged all those leaves, so they would hear me coming... cunning, eh?  Sometimes Hunting can be a real challenge. And look at this one!!! isn't that a beautiful hole!!! Mum says she thinks it could be a water rat.  I have never Hunted a water rat!  And I couldn't Hunt that one, either.  Cos it was the other side of the stream, and I couldn't get across.   I asked Mum to carry me across, but for some reason she didn't want to. Mum says we are going to visit Grandma and Grandad again soon.  Probably when it is a bit warmer and the daffydillys are in over.  So I have plenty of time to plan my next Hunt!

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Walks with Grandad

Cato: Today we are going to show you the Around Grandma and Grandad Walks.  It was great!  G&G live in a village (Mum says) and villages have more fields and stuff than where Mum and Dad live.  So instead of town sniffs, there are more countryside sniffs.  And more Hunting sniffs. These are some Shetland ponies that live near G&G.  Mum says that Shetlands are like Tzus.  Small yet perfectly formed.  I wanted to meet them, but they were on the other side of a very deep ditch.  Even Tara didn't want to cross it.  I will tell you about the bridge another time.  It was scary!  There are lots and lots of paths between the fields.  Mum says she knew these fields years ago, when she was a pup.  But they have changed a lot. they used to grow cabbages.  now they grow sweetcorn.  Do you call it maize? This path was REALLY SNIFFY!!!  I had to keep sniffing, and Grandad had to keep nearly tripping over me.  I can't help sniffing.  Mum was trying to explain it, but Grandad is used to paws who hunt by sight, not sniffer, so he didn't really understand. It didn't help that Tara was trying to get his attention all the time, and was getting under his feet too. These are baby trees.  The tube things stop rabbits from eating the bark, and then peel off when the tree grows big enough. Lots of brambles too! I thought Mum might be getting a treat out.  But she wasn't.   My tail looks good, doesn't it?  I didn't like it for the first day or two, cos it was in shock.  But then it fluffled out a bit, and I like it now. This bit was funny.  There was Mum and me and Tara.  Grandad wasn't here for this bit.  So Mum looked at the gate, and saw there was a chain round it. so she posted me through the lowest bar of the stile.  Cos I don't like heights.   I didn't like it, cos it meant I was on the wrong side of the stile, but I was OK. Then she grabbed Tara and lifted her over, and put her on the top step of the stile.  Cos she likes heights. And by this time Mum had noticed that the stile was wobbly.  So she didn't want to climb over. So she went over to look at the gate chain. And Tara hopped back over the gate, gallumphed down the step on the other side, and went to see what Mum was doing. So Mum lifted her over again. So Tara hopped back over and got down. So Mum shrugged and looked at the chain. And I watched and worried that I was by myself. But the chain was just a hooky loop, not a lock thing. So Mum opened the gate. So Tara came through too. And then she tried to climb the stile again. Mum says it was like a French Farce and she it was a good thing that Grandad wasn't with us cos we are embarrassing mutts and she was glad no one could see us. These are called Allotments.  They are to do with green stuff.  Those are free rhubarb plants in the pots.  I don't like rhubarb.  But if I wanted one of the pots I could have had one.  I would only have widdled on it. Tara is not an Allotment Holder, so she wasn't allowed in. Hey, Auntie SophiesHaven and AuntieMarlene your bottles are prettier! People grow stuff in Allotments.   Did you know that?  And the rabbits come in and eat the stuff.  And the foxes come in and eat the rabbits.  Then I eat the foxes.  Or I will, when my Hunting Plan works.   It was very dark, wasn't it? This is one of the sweetcorn fields. And that great sleeping monster is called a Corn Clamp.  We tiptoed past it, in case it woke up and hurt us!!! http://www.rwn.org.uk/rwn-dairy-17-maize-harvesting-clamping-additive.htm Tara wanted to explore in there.  It looks like somewhere that rats might live, doesn't it?  But she wasn't wearing her Camo Bow, so she didn't go in. This is us after our walk, and before our brush.  That is Brown Dog, Pink Pig, Rope Python and The Sausages ona String.  They came to stay at Grandma and Grandad's with us.

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Grandad's Garden

Cato: OK so you Aunties are all plant mad and weird, so Mum and me have decided to tell you about Grandad's garden first, on account of it being boring and I want it out of the way so we can talk about the interesting sniffy stuff later. So Mum took lots of photos and these are the best ones, when it was sunny and stuff.  There was a big storm one night, so the light was a bit grey sometimes.   This is the view from my Hunting Spot.  I sat inside, in the warm, looking out of the patio doors.   There were pigeons and doves and sparrows and thrushes and blackbirds and robins and bluetits and crows and jackdaws and all the birds in the world.  Tara barked at them sometimes, but I just plotted my Hunting tacticals and kept an eye out for the fox. We never actually saw the fox.  But he is very sniffy, and he came and trespassed on my garden every night!  I widdled on everything, every day, but he still came back.  Isn't that rude! Tara was Tara, so she only really wanted to explore the garden with Mum or Grandad.  But I wanted to explore it all the time.  Hunting Trips.  So I know my way around much better than Tara.  I can run rings round her.  I can see her guarding the steps to the house, and run off around the side and up the slope and run in past her from the side.  Haha!  She was a bit miffed.  But it is only because of my Patrols.  If she bothered to patrol she would know the Game Paths and the Hunting Trails too, wouldn't she?  I helped Grandad do gardening stuff too.  And visited the Compost Heap (sniffy!) and found where the rabbits get in.  I love Grandad's garden. These are the boring flower pics Mum took: Big fat Camellia buds snowdrops and a cloche.  Grandad is big on cloches. irises sprouty green on red stuff little blue things more snow drops Granddad's dragon Tiddly little daffodils black grass and snow drops and the yellow snake (hosepipe) grape hyacinth cyclamen me sniffifying near the clematis  

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Beach before we went away

Cato: This is from before we went away too.  It had been raining really hard for daysanddaysanddays, so the beach was all flat and covered with little raindrop foot prints.  This is First Sniff.   We met this pack.  They were nice.  The paw int he middle is a Lhasa, and the other two are Tzus.  This is my tail before Mum cut it.  You can see how long my coat is.  These 3 must have been cold.  I was nice and warm.  Mr Lhasa is on a lead cos he is a bit difficult sometimes, his Dad says.  But he was nice to me.  Tara didn't say hello, so I don't know if he would have been nice to her too. That is Tara's bottom you can see, as she jumps off her wooden mountain.  And can you see the donkeys?  I was looking forward to finding some of their droppings.  Droppings is a Hunting Term. This is weird, isn't it?  There is a strange hole at the bottom of the pier stick.  I am standing like that cos I don't want to fall in the hole.  Not because I am about to poo.  Tara can be so rude sometimes, can't she? This next pic is Tara running about.  Can you see her tracks (tracks is a Hunting Term, you know.  It is posher that foot prints, which are not Hunting Terms).   She was going to see that long stick thing. They still haven't mended the slope, you know.  Mum said she thought you might be interested to see it close to.  Tara thought you might be interested to see her mountaineering.  Again. Can you see where it is broken? This is Tara looking North And this is Tara looking South.  It is OK if you are bored.  I was bored.  There is only so much sniffing I can do while Tara tries to look statueskew and climbs on things. North again.  I was asking if she was bored yet. And this is me lining up for a widdle on the orange barrier.  I like orange stuff.  I like orange toys, too.  Mum says that it looks like they have dug a hole and filled it with concrete as a new foundation. Oh, and remember how you asked about the black pebbles of oil on the beach?  Well here are some closeups. they are like little tiny pebbles, aren't they?  hard like stones, but floaty.  And they don't stick to my paws. There are some bigger bits too.  That is Tara's back leg, in case you were wondering. It was very grey and dull, but it wasn't raining!  Mum said that made it a good day, even if it was a good grey day. Then we walked home. The Smoke Shack is where Mum and Dad went on Mum's birthday.  They liked it. This was our last walk before we went to Grandma and Grandad's

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Before we went to Grandma and Grandpa's

Cato: I can't remember when this was.  But it was before we went away.  It is hard to remember that far ago!  I have to blog this bit, cos Tara can't remember it at all.   She is asleep.  She has been asleep since we got home.  She is snoring. Anyway, this is before we went away, when we did a beach walk with Mum and Dad. It was raining when we got there.  The red van is an ice cream van.  No one was buying icecream in the rain, so he had his windows shut and his radio on, and he was reading the paper. Tara looks a bit grumpy, doesn't she?  I think it was the wet wind whistling up her knickers that did it. But she felt better once she had clambered all over the wall It was very grey.  Dad said we shouldn't have come cos of the rain, but Mum said we needed to wear ourselves out, so we slept all afternoon.  cos they were going out.  I would rather have gone out with them, and slept on Mum's lap wherever they were going.  But Mum said no. We went this way.  After having a good sniff, of course. The splodgy bits on the pictures are rain drops.  Dad had forgotten his hat. We all went mountaineering along this high ridge.  Although Tara did more up and down stuff.  She kept running back to Mum, then back to Dad... and back again.  I was pleased.  Being shut at home with a bouncy Tara and no Mum is a bit... um... stressful, sometimes.  But she was wearing herself out nicely.   Those people in the distance are walking their paws on the sand.  We stayed up on the path today, cos Tara likes high stuff.  And Mum and Dad didn't want sand in our wet coats. We went to look at the beach dens again.  Cos they are interesting.  There was one with its doors open.  A man is using it as a workshop, with a gas stove and a kettle.  It looked nice and warm.  We weren't warm. The nice ladies in the cafe said that cos it was raining, we could sit inside.  But only if were were good. So we were very good.  Well, I was.  Tara was almost-good.  We were a bit wet. Then we came home.  With bouncing. The little train has started running again.  It is tiny, isn't it?  Mum says it is a Tzu train.   There are lots of children around at the moment, cos it is half term, and they aren't at school.  That is OK until they try and run you over with their bike things.  I don't like that. This is Dad striding off in the rain, cos it was getting heavier... and this is some sky for you AuntiePipsMom.  It was bigger and more beautiful than it looks in the pic. This was just before we came home.  we were very wet. And we did sleep, which was good, cos when we woke up, Mum and Dad were home and Dad had saved us some of his Megasaurus steak!!! It was delicious.  Although I think Tara got more than me.

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We miss Dad!

Cato: oh Aunties, Dad has gone missing.  We are ever so worried about him. Mumsaid we wos going on a big adventure to see Grandma and Grandad, and it wos very exciting! There wos packing and toys and treats and everything went into our bag.  And we went out to the car, and Mum and Dad loaded lots of stuff into the car, and we all set off.   But then Dad got out of the car!  He said 'goodbye troops' and he told Mum He loved her, and us he loved us.  And told us to be good, and we would see him soon, and then he got out!  And Mum didn't wait!  She drove off without him!  She said he was going to work. so we expected him to be at Grandma and Grandads when we got here.  Cos, Dad is clever like that.  But he wasn't.  We waited at the door, so we would be there when he found us. but he hasn't!  And we look for him on walks, in case we can catch his scent.  And I don't want to go on walks and leave the house, in case he arrives while we are out.  How will he find us, if we don't wait for him? it is very worrying. Tara misses him, but not as much as me.  She has fallen in love with Grandad, so she is OK.  They play together, and he pretends to be a monster, and she bounces and wags and woo-woo-woos at him, and he larffs. she does miss Dad, but she likes being with Grandad too. but i am very worried. do you think Dad will ever find us again?  Mumis missing him too.  I can tell.  

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Wed 15th Feb: Big Lake Skies

Cato: Hello Aunties!  We had a great walk today.  All green and sniffy and muddy.  Much better than boring street walks and after dark walks. This is Tara going Hunting.  She messed it up.  It was all wet and soggy, and she wasn't expecting it.  Also, she thought I was right behind her, and I wasn't.  I was sniffing the ditch wall, back near the carpark, and she got a bit scared cos she doesn't like solo Hunting.  I prefer it, cos then no one else mucks it up.  Anyway, she didn't get her prey. Prey is a technical term, you know.  Us hunters say Prey when we mean pigeons.  I thought I had better explain that, in case you didn't know, since human aunties are pretty poo at Hunting and you may not understand the techy termiteology. I didn't really feel like going Hunting today.  Even Great Zhu Hunters need a day off, every now and then. It was a very grey day.  And quite windy.  Luckily Tara and I have been growing our winter coats, so we were OK, but Mum kept muttering about her hat and gloves.  We don't like her gloves very much.  They sniff funny when she picks us up, and she fumbles the treats a lot. Good job I wasn't in a Hunting mood, eh?  They were all hiding.  I bet they had cold knickers! I did bounce on Tara a bit though. We like this Dad and his friendly paw.  Mum and this Dad had a chat.  He was going to go shopping in the supermarket this morning, but when he got there, the tills were all broken and dead, and the lights were off.  Everyone had been told to go home, cos they couldn't buy anything!  So the Dad brought his paw out for a walk instead.   That is good isn't it?  The Dad said they were lucky.  He can only walk so far in a day, and today it was either the supermarket or the lake.  So today they don't eat, but they do exercise!  Haha!  I think he was joking.  I hope he was joking.  They were nice.   Mum says this is an arty shot, but I can show it to you on account of me and Tara being in it, and looking arty farty.  Tara always looks farty.  Haha! We have had a lot of wind lately, haven't we?  All these plant things used to stand up. I like this bridge.  Sometimes I Hunt on it.  Today I was just looking and sniffing. I was looking at these ducks.  The water looks weird cos of all the wind whipping stuff around. Remember the swimming area?  The gates are always shut.  And Tara always wants to get in.  This post is very sniffy. And then she saw another gate.  Open!!!! So of course... and look at all that Mud!   But I found something even more interesting!  It was a human shoe. Someone took it off their foot and hung it up there.  I wonder why? Humans have two foots, don't they?  So what happened to the other one...   Mum's sky pics.  

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