WEDNESDAY 10th Feb: Road trek and 1st sand castle of the year
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Tara:
Me first again today! Hahaha! Cato is still asleep, cos he was naughty yesterday. He didn't widdle at bedtime. Mum was dancing about the garden crunching gravel and saying 'Hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up!' but he didn't wee. Then when Dad got up for work at 3.30 am, Cato heard him and woke Mum. and had to be carried downstairs to wee, and back up again.
Why does she always say Hurry up 3 times? Weird eh?
Anyway, now he is being a lazy slug and wanting a lie in, and he didn't even notice that Sidney had dropped some chicken liver in the hallway during the night. Yum!
Sidney:
It is cold. There is a frost. I don't want to go out in it. In fact, I want my breakfast. But I do want to have my window open so that I can choose not to go out. Mum says we will wait until the frost melts so I don't slip. But I won't slip. cos I won't go out. I just want the window open. But I am taking my revenge, because she is getting worried. I haven't used my litter tray in 2 days. 
She is wondering where I have been going. It is fun watching her wonder.
Cato:
More forked lead 
I do wish Tara wouldn't tug me about all the time. She doesn't understand that a man has to tinkle. Mum seems to be launching another 'Behave on the lead, or I will force you to walk on pavements ALL the time' Campaign.
She made us walk all the way to the beach instead of taking the car, along these roads. The good thing was that the bins were all out. They are good and sniffy, and widdleable. Although she won't let me widdle on the blue and orange bins, cos they are for recycling. Wotever that is.
And those roads spit us out at the top of the hill overlooking the beach. Mum says you haven't seen this yet, so we had to stop for a 'photo opportunity', despite the beach being within sniffing distance!
Standard beach fight scene:
First sandcastles of the year. I thought Tara was going to stand on one, but Mum stopped her.
And today, for the first time, we had a proper look at the underside of the pier. We often walk under the ramp, but the pier is MUCH BIGGER. Tara was trying to drink the sea puddles. Again. She is very stupid. But then we had a drink of water and some treats, to wash out her mouth. And mine.
And this is the walk back through the market place.
I was getting tired by then, and Tara wasn't. And she did the Thing. The Thing where the closer we get to home, the bouncier she gets. She attacked me while crossing a road! And then wouldn't stop, even when Mum pulled her off me, dragged us up onto the pavement, and made her SIT.
She did sit. But then as soon as Mum took a step, she pounced on me again. It pulls my neck!
So, guess wot Mum did! She grabbed Tara The Pest. She unhooked the lead. She picked her up, slinging her over her shoulder like a fireman's lift. And she carried her the 50 yards home!!! Tara didn't know what was happening, and squiggled and squirmed and wanted to get down. But Mum was firm and didn't put her down til we were inside the gate! 
it was fun to watch, and it sure taught her! but it will have to happen 50 times, or she won't remember it.
The only problem is, I think we are going to get more of that forked lead until Tara learns to behave.
We had seared chicken livers for tea, and then farted all evening.
Mum:
And finally, for your amusement, the latest shot of the shed roof. Frosty this morning, which highlights the peeling tape beautifully!
Note the drunken solar lighting, from being bashed by the step ladder every time it is used.
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