TUESDAY 9th Feb: Fight! and Cemetery
Tara:
Twice round the dog field today! And through the cemetery. And down the slippy leaf road!
And we had that horrible forked lead thing on, which EVERYBODY hates, but Mum says is good to teach me manners. Don't know what manners are, but I HATE them. Lots of pics of me having fun, and Cato getting squished. So it is all good.
And Mum says that since I chewed the last wooden brush handle, I am not allowed another. Not fair! I only chewed it cos I LOVE it so much, and it was just lying there, not brushing me. If it had done what it was supposed to, I wouldn't have chewed it, would I? So it isn't fair that Mum is saying I can't get brushed when it is the brush's fault. Aren't I right, Aunties? Tell Mum to get another wooden handled brush!
Cato:
Is she STILL going on about that brush? So silly. And she is silly on the lead too. Anyway, you will see the pictures, and know what I mean!
This is the building next to our Big Dog Field. Mum thoght it was a good idea to take a pic now, so we can see how much it grows.
This is the whole field:
Hurry up Mum!
Butter wouldn't melt, eh? Don't be fooled!
Fight!
Fight!!
Fight!!!
Fight!!!!
Fight!!!!!
Fight!!!!!!
Fight!!!!!!
Wot fight?
This is the cememtery.
Mum says that the low lying mist is not ghostly fog or anything, it is woodsmoke from a bonfire on one of the allotments over the hedge.
Have to stay on the lead in the cemetery. It says so on a sign. But that is a good thing, cos Tara just wants to climb everything, including headstones.
We haven't seen a ghost yet, although Tara keeps looking. When she isn't ruining perfectly good hairbrushes.
And this is Tara being a pain on the lead. She is such a heffalump! She pulls me off balance when I am trying to wee, and she picks fights, and she never wants to sniff the good stuff.
Well, except this time. This was a GOOD sniff.
Hurry up Mum!
Sidney:
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