There have been doggy woof's in my ear... Gwen is most upset about her lack of presence on the blog reccently. Of course being Gwen the woof's were rather loud and enthusiastic and have left me a trifle deaf, but it's hard to resist her!
So here we go, yesterday was not raining, for December in Wales this is something of a victory. I've also been indulging in the Christmas spirit(s) of late so a little exercise was called for!
Gwen appears to have been inspired by Kate Davies' dog Bruce, I think she quite likes the look of him, of course she quite likes the look of any boy dog...
When we get out of the car we go up a very steep hill, the humans is so slow, and even worse they make us walk on leads so we don't chase in to the cottage nearby and say hello to their dogs. My silly daughter Meg pulls the humans up the hill, but I am not so stupid, I saunter along at my own pace, but before too long I get to go off the lead and explore sniffs.... lots of sniffs... so many good smells in the forest!
Even better in the forest I get to play with my pink squeaky bone, I love my pink squeaky bone, I also love my squeaky road kill, my squeaky pheasant, and squeaky ratty, but I'm not allowed to bring them with me. Apparently they would get soggy...
Pink squeaky bone is good fun in the water
The humans throw him, and I have to find him, I love the water, it cools me down after the steep hill.
Sometimes the humans try and make me play more than I want to though, a girl mustn't run around too much, she might run out of energy before the end of the walk.
So when that happens I pounce on Mr Bone and run off looking very pleased with myself becase I have fooled the stupid humans.