TUESDAY 22nd Mar: No camera day!
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Tara:
Mum forgot her camera on our walk today! Hahahahaha! Bad Mum!
We had a fab time, but you can't see any of it, cos she FORGOT. So you can't see Bailey the Big White Bouncy Boxer that I had to hide from on a bench. Or the swans. Or Bertie the JackRussell/Chihuahua/Pug who played with us. And I played with HIM. And you can't see how dirty Cato got cos I bounced on him in some really soggy muddy grass. Mum was not happy. Hahahahaha!
Cato:
So Mum says that if you can't see pics of our walk, we will improvise. Wotever that means. except improvise seems to mean taking pics of boring stuff at home, and asking me to tell you about it. Not as much fun as the walk, but I don't mind doing it today. Just don't ask her to do this everyday, or she might think we don't need to go on a walk at all.
This is wot we see just before we go out for a walk. It is our front door. Mum opens the inner door and we rush into the tiled bit and bounce around excitedly while she phaffs around getting the dog lead and bag. She usually mutters about the Imbecile who tiled the walls in navy and cream at the same time. She says they should be PERIOD tiles. And will be one day. She says this a lot. It is very boring.
Can you see the mud? That is MY mud from this afternoon.
Anyway, she gets the leads and hangs them on the doorknob and puts them on our necks and then we have to be-very-good and SIT or she NEVER opens the door.
Then we see this:
It is our front gate. The mesh stuff is only there because I woz so unbearably-cute-and-tiny when I was a puppy that I could fit under the gate and through the gaps. So Mum put the mesh stuff on. Tara was so big and fat when she arrived that she couldn't have fitted. But Mum says she is leaving it up for the next-little-furry-bundle.
We like to sit and stare out of the gate, but Mum won't let us do it unless she is 'pottering about' with us. She says someone might try and steal us like they did Mia, and we would hate that. Glad Mia got rescued!!!
This is our bin. Sometimes it lives in the garden. Sometimes it lives on the pavement. Sometimes it lives inside the wall. It makes a loud noise when it trundles around, but we never see it move. That is weird, isn't it?
Mum took a pic of the base because that is the interesting sniffy bit.
These are Mums tubs that are miserable because of the winter. She says they will get happier soon.
And this is the tiny tub that Aunty Jane gave to Mum for her birthday. It is very bright, isn't it? And the sage makes it sniffy too. Mum won't let me widdle on it. She says it is too gorgeous, and I should respect a thing of beauty. She also wants to dig the old concrete out put nice tiles down out here, but I don't want that. I like the smell and the green, and there was an ants nest out here last summer! Mum likes things too clean and tidy. The concrete is old. Old is good. Sidney was old.
This is me being good in the hall.
When Mum goes out to the bin, we are not allowed out into the garden til she she has gone out first, and looked for killer-monsters. Or dognappers. When it is safe, she says 'come on chaps!' and we charge out and leap over the doorstep. Only today Tara was so excited she forgot, and went out too early, so I am waiting on my own. She got told off and made to come back in and sit. She is silly.
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