Having a whale of a time.


Hi everyone

I'm back from my holiday where I had a splendid time with my auntie, uncle and my little friend, Ronnie, the Scottie dog. It's been very hot (that's my panting face in the photo) I've been trying very hard to stay cool, I couldn't even play tug of war with Ronnie much because I kept conking out with the heat.


It's been all go here you know. Since I've been home we've been helping Bert move to his new house, I'm a bit sad because I'm going to miss my daily cuddles.


But the upside is, I like going to the new house because we visit lots of nice cafés and there's a lovely beach to walk on.




And I like guarding Bert's house, it makes me feel important.


I did come home to a bit of a shock. Mummy bought me a whale and I thought he was a real living thing because his mouth opens and closes.


I had a bit of a fight with him at first, he kept grabbing me and I couldn't shake him about like I do with my toys.

                                                     "You eyeballing me sonny"

Then mummy told me he was a hand puppet and that I wasn't to get so angry (I started bearing my teeth at Mr whale I can tell you.) Now he's my favourite toy and we like snuggling together.


My top tip for keeping cool by the way, wear a soaked tea towel. Sometimes mummy dunks me in the sink or the paddling pool, but I don't like all that carry on and I get a bit cross. I like my wet tea towel though, but don't go wearing it when you go out because you'll look a bit daft.


Well, I've got to go, more house moving to do, it's a dogs life!

See you soon


Love Dino (and Humphrey the whale) xxxxxx
Location: Fareham, UK

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