SUNDAY 9th October: beachy pic disaster!
Cato: Oh aunties, Mum is very down in the dumps. Her camera is dead.
you know how I don't like all the piccing, cos it is more important to focus on the sniffing. But Mum LOVES it. And she loves blogging you with her silly flowers. And you all seem to like them.
anyway, we got our sausage, with AuntieJane, and then we went down on the beach - and the camera died with the first pic!
Mum said a bad word!
Dad thinks it might be the black string thing that Tara isn't allowed to chew causing it, so they are going to try pluuging in a different string thing to bring it back to life.
in the meantime Mum is going to use her phone camera again, without dropping it in any mud, and Tara is going to tell you about our walk. Without pics.
Tara: it was sunny and windy and sandy and big doggy. We met a Borzoi wot wos nervous of us, 2 Border Terriers wot growled at us, 5 Cockerpoos wot were too rough! A German Shepherd that jumped over Cato and ripped his lead out of Mum's hand. Millions of Labradors wot just chased balls, 4 Shih Tzus and a Chihuahua in a pack, who were really nice! Donkeys. A Patterdale wot thought Cato was a rabbit to start with. 2 Schnauzers and LOTS of Jack Russells.
Mum thought it was 'a bit much' after my frights yesterday, and next Sunday we are going to Foxy Park. I am glad.
i am wearing my pink bow and my pink collar, and my foots are a bit salty. Mum says she will wash them tomorrow cos I am sleeping off the beach experience today.
it woz a nice sausage. And after our walk we had dog biscuits in the stinky coffee place with AuntieJane.
i love AuntieJane.
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