SUNDAY 18th December: Foxy bouncing
Tara: So we didn't get a walk AT ALL yesterday. Nothing. It woz terrible. so I had lotsandlotsandlots of BOUNCE stored up. See?
We met thousandsandthousandsandthousands of paws today. So many I can't remember all their names. But I remember their sniffs.
Cato likes EVERYONE, doesn't he?
I bounced on him so hard that his coat fell off! hahaha! and Mum had to carry it.
There were whole flocks of paws around. And some of them were REALLY OLD
I decided that it woz better if I took me and my PINK jumper and my leaf wot I woz wearing as a special decoration on my frontage, and we all went to sit up on my nice bench. Where it is safe. And big hairy old paws can't sniff my knickers.
This is pink collar. We saw her and blue collar last week. She wanted to play again.
Blue collar did too. But I woz safe on my bench with AuntieJane.
That's GrumpyPug. We don't say hello to her.
And this is... um... can't remember. She kept spitting her soggy ball out at AuntieJane's feet, asking for a throw, but AuntieJane does TERRIBLE GIRLY throws, and we all larffed cos it woz such a wimpy throw. And then BostonTerrier gave up and gave her ball to her Dad who did a HUGE throw for milesandmilesandmiles.
This is Elderly Yorkie. Very stiff and slow.
This is me watching everyone go. I got down cos it was safe now.
So we played Truffle Hound and Mum chatted with AuntieJane for ages. They chatted so hard that they didn't take any notice of how cute I look in my PINK jumper.
Mum:
Very grey day. So just one arty shot of the tree against the sky. I wanted to get less contrast, and see more bark, but it didn't work...
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