Truth or Dare.

Hi there,

Look what I found, it's called a doorstop and mummy uses it to wedge open a bedroom door, there used to be a bean bag type thing holding the door open, I tried to pull it away once, but it was far too heavy. This doorstep is great, I can pick it up no problem, hide it in my basket when mummy's not looking and then have a good old chew on it.

Mummy says I'm outrageous sometimes.

This week it's been really wet and cold so we haven't been stopping for our usual snack down on the beach, but hey, you know me, I'm pretty stubborn and one day I decided to sit and wait until someone did sit down. Luckily for me, a really nice chap came by on his bike and took pity on me (I tend to sit holding my bad leg up, I find it works wonders) and shared his lunch with me.

I'm a funny boy, a bit contrary mummy says, I quite like a little paddle in the sea, but I don't like puddles. I don't know what it's been like in your park? Mine is one big swamp and puddles are unavoidable.

Mind you, at least I'm brave, not like my friend, George, he's a bit of a tart, he wears all the gear, he's got wellington socks, a whole wardrobe of different raincoats and jumpers and he still won't go in the puddles, still, at least on a dry day we have a good old game of chase.

We tried a different café last weekend, it's a special one for dogs (owners are welcome too if they're well behaved.) There was quite a crowd of us in there, but mummy said if the vile coffee was anything to go by, she wouldn't want to eat there. I had a sniff around, seemed like no one else was eating much either, so I immediately lost interest in the place. 

I had one of my angry turns this week I'm afraid. I happened to glance up at the bookcase and saw my special bag staring down at me. I don't know what all that shenanigans was about? Anyway, I caused a rumpus, barking and growling until mummy gave me my bag, which, I'm guarding from now on! 

I'm off to play ball now before the next downpour. 

Have a good week. 

Love and woofs

Dino xxxxxx