The Dedicated Follower Of Fashion.


Hi de hi everyone,

Phew, hasn't it been hot, mustn't complain though because I've had some lovely days out. Last weekend was a bank holiday, which means I get to spend an extra day with daddy. During the week I'm a mummy's boy, we do everything together, daddy goes off to a place called work and never takes me, so I mostly ignore him when he comes home. But, at the weekend I magically transform into "daddy's boy." Forget the lie-ins with mummy, I'm up doing chores with daddy and I don't even bat an eyelid when mummy gets up. When we go out, I'm like daddy's shadow, I never leave his side.



I went to some new places at the weekend, mummy said we needed to find somewhere shady and with water. The problem is, I've gone off swimming since I got out of my depth at the haven and panicked a bit. Every time we go back to the haven, I look at the stream, but I just won't chance it. Luckily, we found a shallow stream in the forest which was just the right depth for paddling, I had a whale of a time splashing around and chasing sticks.




I even got to chase some ducks which was great fun (well, for me anyway, probably not for the ducks. )


We found the perfect pub for a boy like me, what can I say other than "homemade treats." I got very excited when I spotted them.





But, I've learnt that the best way to get treats from strangers is to sit quietly and look all angelic, it works every time.



It's been too hot for my Hawaiian shirt, but today I wore it to the park because it was cooler and as you know, I'm a dedicated follower of fashion. Don't I look the dandy! Mummy calls me Englebert Humperdinck when I'm wearing it.


                                                                     I love striking a pose.

Well, I'd better get on, mummy's not long back from the shops and I stay in my crate when she goes out, out of choice I might add, but, when she comes home I have to drag every last thing out of my crate. Don't ask me why I do it? It's frigging hard work, especially when the cushions get stuck and I end up dragging the crate across the kitchen, but hey, a dog's gotta do what a dog's gotta do, even if it is knackering. 



Have a fun week


Love and woofs
Dino xxxxxxx
Location: Fareham, UK

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