Friday 14th October: Treasure!!!
Cato: Aunties!!! Look wot I found! Isn't it BEAUTIFUL!!!
I found it here. It is sniffy and soggy and utterly perfect. I took one look at it, and KNEW it was meant to be...
I just gave it a gentle sniff to start with. And rolled it around a bit. Just to get to know it, you know.
But then I rolled it about, and between Dads legs... it was MARVELLOUS.
And I found some sticky out bits, and I can pick it up! Look!
Dad offered to carry it for me. But I found it. And it is MINE. And although I love Dad, I wanted to carry it all by myself.
See?
I did let Dad lift it into the car though. Onto my car bed. Then I sat on it all the way home, so Tara couldn't get it.
I love it.
It is right next to me in my bed now, where I can smell it. Do you think it will be safe, if I have a little snooze?
Tara:
Oooh Aunties! It was our first walk in AGES, and I really really really needed to bounce. A LOT.
And sniff.
This woz my first sniff. Cato had just widdled on that rock.
these are Dalmations. They were a bit fat. And very big. And they walked faster than us. I thought they were going to sniff me or something, but all they wanted to do was run about and swim.
This is us. We made some faces at the ducks, but they were more interested in the lady who had bread for them.
I got Cato to do some proper fun and bouncing for a bit, before he found that dratted ball. He is much less floppy and more bouncable now the weather is nice and cool.
The pics are blurry cos of my superfast ninjaness
Don't know where Cato got this move from. He almost got me!
So I had to Fu Dog him!
But I got him good, didn't I Aunties?
After he found the ball, Cato just got fixy - fixay - tid. And it was boring.
Here I am on a bench with my Dad. He is pretending that I need a drink, and that he doesn't have treats in his other hand. But I know better! Hahaha!
And look at the black pigeon in the tree! We chased it good and proper! It was sitting on MY bench, so we chased it away. But then it decided to land! Cheeky! So then we chased it again! And it went up into the tree and stared at us and used bad words to swear at us, and as soon as we went away, it came back and sat on my bench again. Bad bird!
This is when Cato was doing all that silly ball stuff. He wouldn't play with me any more. So I did some mountaining.
He was very mean, and wouldn't share AT ALL!
Mum:
Have you ever seen so many hawthorn berries? It is incredible this year.
and I don't know what these are - possibly rosehips?
one last flower on the Vetch
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