It’s been super hot here in the UK and our garden quickly went from a mud slide to a jungle!
Daddy said he would attack it with the mower, but he didn’t and the grass grew and grew out of control. I’m pretty sure it almost reached the sky! But as well as being super long, my toys started to get lost in it and I was worried I’d never see them again.
So finally mummy took it into her own hands and cut the grass herself. It took aagges. And when she was finally done she found all my lost toys AND my bone. Yay!
Have you found anything recently you thought was lost?
I love my treat ball, mummy puts gravy bones in it everyday when she leaves for work and I get so excited for it I don’t care that she’s gone. But all the frantic throwing it against the walls finally took its toll and it ended up in two pieces:-(
So mummy and daddy both decided to buy me a new one – as you can tell communication is key in my family! Mummy’s arrived first. It started like this:
And ended up like this:
But don’t worry I ate that last gravy bone!
Daddy scoffed at mummy’s poor choice of treat ball, saying his would be better quality and a more appropriate colour. When it finally arrived it was exactly the same one – BOL daddy!
So to make him feel better I made even more modifications to his treat ball.
I am so pleased with the changes I’ve made, now they are all about instant gratification. The gravy bones go in and fall straight back out again. It’s genius :-)
Do you like to make improvements to your toys?
I sort of got stuck getting out of the river yesterday and daddy had to pull me out. He comes in handy sometimes BOL.
In my park a new exercise area has been built with various weird-looking machines to help the peeps get fit. Personally I think it would be better if they’d built a dog agility area, but can’t please everyone I guess.
I gave some of the equipment a good sniff to make sure it was safe.
After I’d given it a good once over, daddy decided to try a few of the machines out. I stayed close to supervise of course, didn’t want him to injure himself!
After a few of these he was pretty knackered and gave up. I think he’d be better of wrestling and playing with me, less likely to hurt himself and way more fun!
Do your peeps exercise regularly?
Hope the Easter bunny hops your way this Easter and leaves you lots of dog-friendly chocolate:-)
As you know, I love my grampy. I was worried that with the arrival of my new baby cousin he wouldn’t have as much time for me. So I was super excited to see him when he stopped by. I think my tail says it all. And I’m sure he appreciated the wash I gave him too.
The cackling you can hear in the background is mummy.
How do you show your grampy/grandma/other relatives that you love them?
Yesterday was my bloggyversary! Woohoo! I know I haven’t been posting as regularly of late but I’m grateful to you for sticking with me.
The main thing that’s been occupying me at the moment is the pending arrival of my new human baby cousin. I’m a little concerned that he or she might be cuter than me and might steal the spotlight, so I need to be extra cute and cuddly. I’ve been practising, what do you think?:
The other day daddy wanted to wash the car, but as he’s not very good at it I had to snoopervise from the front garden.
It was fun at first, but it soon got a bit boring
But then the dreaded garden hose came out and I knew it was time to head back in. The hose always feels too much like a bath to me!
Do you have to supervise your peeps when they do chores like these?
I may not be a cat, but I still enjoy Dr Seuss, so I thought I’d join in :-)
Happy Birthday To You!
If we didn’t have birthdays,
you wouldn’t be you.
If you’d never been born,
well then what would you do?
If you’d never been born,
well then what would you be?
You might be a fish!
Or a toad in a tree!
You might be a doorknob!
Or three baked potatoes!
You might be a bag full of
hard green tomatoes.
Or worse than all that…
Why, you might be a WASN’T!
A Wasn’t has no fun at all.
No, he doesn’t.
A Wasn’t just isn’t. He just
isn’t present. But you…
You ARE YOU!
And, now isn’t that pleasant!
– Dr Seuss