Dirty Rascal.


Hi everyone

I hope you've had a lovely week, I have.

We've had more hot weather which means mummy and I go to the beach, I prefer the beach to the park because I can run like billy-o and splash about in the sea if I get too hot. The park is okay, but once I've had a sniff around, marked my territory and snapped at a few dogs, just to let them know who's in charge, I get hot, bothered and bored.




I love dunking my head in the water and fishing out stones, but best of all, I love rolling around in any dirt I can find when I'm wet.




I was a bit naughty though because I ran on ahead of mummy and found a family having a picnic, I was so excited by all the sandwiches and sausage rolls that I peed up the lady's handbag. She was quite cross and mummy was very embarrassed. Nevertheless, we still went to The Shack for our own little picnic.


We've been going to Bert's rather a lot because there's decorating and all sorts to do. This week mummy was sorting out the garden so I helped, every time she made a pile of sticks, I'd grab one and make off with it. Bert mostly likes snoozing in the garden whilst mummy does all the hard work.


I don't know about other doggies, but I talk to my mummy and daddy, for instance, I like to go out after they've had their dinner, so I sit in front of daddy and tell him. Sometimes he tries to ignore me, but I just yap and yap and yap until he takes me out. I like to play with my toys at specific times too, after our evening cup of tea and biscuit or after my walk, sometimes mummy just wants to rest, or worse, read her book, but she can't ignore me because I won't relent.



I like to get my own way, so don't try getting me out of bed early either.


Well, nice talking to you
See you soon


Love and woofs
Dino xxxx
Location: Fareham, UK

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