Fri 13th Jan: Grandma and Grandad's
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I don't really like long car journeys, cos they take foreverandever, and I can't have a proper sleep. It ends up being a snooze and all weird. But this one wasn't too bad. And we had a special chicken dinner which was FAB. When we arrived, we were very bouncy cos it has been ages since we saw Grandma and Grandad. It was all hot and sunny when all the roses were big. And now it is cold and there was even some snow! Grandad said he would show us the dog field near his house, so off we went, with Mum and Dad. It was brilliant. Lots of sniffs. This way -
Grandad was an engineery type of person, Mum says. So he told us all about the field. I was too busy sniffifying to listen properly, but it went something like this - long long ago when Grandad wasn't even a puppy, the field and all the houses around used to be a marsh. All soggy. And there is lots of sand underneath the grass. Like it is grass and trees growing on top of sandy stuff. So when they wanted to build all the houses, they had to drain the marsh. So there are ditches and ponds and lakes and stuff all over. And there were huge sandpits, which are now full of water. So you can see a ditch by the fence, so that the gardens don't get too soggy.
And of course, Tara went and stood on a bridge. Mum says sorry it is blurry, but Tara made her larff.
This is the whole field. Isn't it great? There are bits of snow, cos it was coldcoldcold and we got very cold wet knickers. I pointed out to Mum that there was no point us getting those B*ths at all, cos as soon as we arrived with Grandma and Grandad, we got all muddy anyway. But Mum ignored me.
This is Grandad. Mum told him all about our pics and our blog and all of you, and how you Aunties like to read about our adventures and stuff, but I don't think he believed her. He is a very nice Grandad, and he walks a paw who lives nearby several times a week. His paw-walking trousers and boots are really interestingly sniffy!
This is on the way home from our new field. The green bit is called 'the village green'. It was sniffy too. Mum says that the bus stop on the right is where she used to get off the bus on the way home from school. But that was centuries ago.
I liked the walk, but I think I would have liked it a bit more if my tummy hadn't been a bit funny. It was all gurgly, and hurty, and I didn't want to fight with Tara. Not that she noticed. She just bounced on me anyway.
When we went home, Grandma dried our feet with a nice warm towel. She does it nicer than Mum does. She is gentler, and slower. And then we had a nice sleep. Mum brought one of our rugs, and toys and beds and stuff, so I could just curl up round my hurty tum and sleep. Tara ate my tea cos I didn't want it.
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