THURSDAY 18th Feb: Beach at half term
Tara:
Whheeeeee!!!!
After being boooorrrrreeeeeeeddddddd all day yesterday, we had a lovely beach walk today.
See my sandy beard?
and the deep and mysterious hole wot someone else dug but I am investigating?
Did you see all the millions and millions and millions of people over Dad's shoulder? It is because all the children are off school and trespassing on our beach
So we have to behave.
And fight! - which got the sand off my moustache very nicely
Cato:
This is a donkey footprint. Hoof print. It is square!!! Did you know donkeys had square feet?
These are the donkeys that made the hoof print. Well, one of them. I don't know which one. I didn't want to go close enough to sniff the answer. They are HUGE!
Mum says these are sky puddles. Did you know sky tastes salty? I checked specially.
There were horses too. You don't realise how big they are until they get close. It is a bit scary. And they make the skyline wonky too.
Mum just wanted to do one arty shot (she says we are banned from saying the words arty-farty, or fart, or poo, or wee, or poop, or anything like that for ages. Three days at least! Cos apparently we should be more delicate. And polite. So I can't tell you about the lovely sniffy interesting tasty donkey um... stuff. Cos she won't let me. She says we have potty mouths. Literally).
That was Dad's shadow on the right. Up there ^^^^ He didn't get out of the way, even though he was asked.
Shadows are interesting. My shadow is really interesting down here:
But my tail is the best bit, isn't it? I love my tail. It is much nicer than Tara's tail. Although hers is getting a bit thicker now.
We met 3 shih tzu, but didn't take any pics. They were all boys and bigger than Tara. And older too. One ignored us, one sniffed Tara's knickers (she submitted, the wimp) and Tara wanted to play with the third one. She hardly ever wants to play with anyone but me. I wish she would. It gets tiring. Hope we meet them again.
Sidney:
They are definitely going away. Discussing holiday cottage supermarket deliveries. They say I can't stay here by myself for 3 days, and Aunty Jane is too busy to come and stay with me. Absurd. She should prioritise better. I will remember this, the next time she wants to rub my chin.
3 days is a very long time.
I shall smuggle in that catnip. Even prison food tastes better when you are stoned.
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