Sun 21st Jan: Foxy ramble
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This was my first walk after my tummy. Mum said we would take it gently, and stop if I felt wobbly, and she would carry me if I got tired.
Only Tara didn't listen. Tara never listens. And she bounced and bounced and bounced! In the end Mum shouted at her and did Calming Signal stuff, and it was OK. I didn't really mind. It is just that she never knows when to stop, does she?
That is Sheba The Third. We haven't seen her for AGES. Sheba's Dad keeps her on the lead all the time except the Dog Field 
and he used to have Sheba The First, and Sheba The Second. Mum doesn't like that he called three paws Sheba, cos she says that every paw is uniquorn, but I don't see the problem, cos they will all have smelled different, won't they?
This is Grumpy Pug and her young whippersnapper ball obsessed Boston Terrier friends. Auntie Jane said their ball was so slobbery that she wouldn't pick it up, so she kicked it instead. It went a looooong way.
This bit was really crunchy and cold. I have to stand up straight, otherwise my tinkle gets a bit close to the frozen tufty bits of grass.
This is Tara trying to pretend that she hadn't just been bouncing on me. She is wearing a camouflage bow, so that she can come hunting with me. It has a silly white pearl sparkle thing in the middle. I told her that blue camo doesn't count.
It was lovely seeing the sun and sniffing and hunting again. I really missed it all, with my tummy.
Mum says the sun is low so it looks like evening, but it was actually late morning.
Can you see my waist? Mum says my waist is gorgeous at the moment, on account of my tummy hurting.
I was ready to do a bit of hunting (without Tara, of course), but look where the pigeons were hiding! What a silly place to sit. Auntie Jane said they were sunbathing, but that is just silly. They should sunbathe on the ground where I can get them!
Tara has the same red jumper. She says that it is 'OK' but it is too dark for her. She thinks she looks better in brighter reds.
That paw was ENORMOUS. He looked like the dog in that film. Turner and Hooch. So we called him Hooch. Or is it Turner? I slept through most of it anyway, on Mum's lap.
Mum's arty shots:
Toadstools in the frosty rosebed
First daffodil sprouts (I think) in the famous mud puddle that is dried up at the moment
More toadstools, after the sun has been on them for a few minutes
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