It’s Spring…therefore…the ice cream parlours are back open. Thank the Lord!
If only the service were a bit quicker. Apparently they don’t all speak dog and some still require a human slave to do the ordering. Really?
A vanilla cornet please…
Come on…I’ve been waiting months for this!
Anyway, got it in the end. Bliss! Until some bloke on a bike looked like he was gonna steal it. But I saw him off with a huge helping of side eye ;) No one comes between me and my cornet!
Nom nom nom…
You on the bike…back away from the ice cream…
As some of you will know, I became an official bus inspector (for the day) a few weeks ago. Since then, Mum and Dad have been trying to find me more jobs to do. Apparently I need to be kept busy?? Yeah, that didn’t really make sense to me either, especially when I know that the dog trainer said I have a lot of my own ‘ideas’.
Anyway, I went along with it all, as you do. So, here I am being the cafe inspector in Kearsney Abbey – caught the kitchen workers unawares by peeking through the back window!
I think I’d better taste that cheese (again). You can never be too careful where customers are concerned.
And here is the excellent redecorating work I did in the lounge this week.
I call it ‘cloud floor’. Don’t tread on my dreams.
You might mock, but Picasso had his detractors in the day. Just you wait.
What’s the difference between a Bordoodle and a bear?
Not a whole lot apparently!
Just a dog chasing some squirrels…
Just a bear scratching his claws…
What’s a guy to do when big white flakes start falling from the sky? Yep. You got it in one!
So here I am clowning around in the snow, maybe eating a bit of it, maybe skidding up and down the decking. You know, Bordoodle stuff :)
Jeesh this is cold on my derriere…
Guess if I wiggle it a bit, that frosty behind might warm up. Beyonce eat your heart out!
Yes, those are skid marks where I’m hurtling down the decking. And?!
We went for our traditional Sunday lunchtime walk along the beach today and saw something quite marvellous. Not a cat. Not a big bag of chips with my name on it. But an enormous climbing frame, also known as a vintage Routemaster bus. Brilliant!
Do you think I might be able to have one for my birthday?
Oh yeah. River. Stones. Splashing. What could be better?
Stop staring at my ‘legs’!
Ok, ok. A bit of passing traffic to satisfy my Border Collie herding urge wouldn’t go amiss either! See how hard I am trying not to pay attention to the cars going by :)
Great news! I’ve got another friend :) He’s called Rafa, and as you can see, he likes to model himself on me:
He’s even got a big white sock!
According to Rafa’s Mum, Tracy, he loves a tennis ball and has somewhat of a naughty streak. Sounds like my kind of guy! In case you’re wondering, Rafa is a miniature Bordoodle… so not quite as big in the body as me, but his personality is definitely a match.
And he sits so nicely too! Now all Rafa needs is a bow tie like mine :)
My Mum says that there are a few big differences between us though: Rafa doesn’t seem to ‘collect’ ornaments like I do, nor does he ‘paint’ the carpet with mud. Oh well, I’m sure Tracy will manage to see her way past Rafa’s lack of interior design expertise! After all, he is only 6 months old :)