Yesterday we went to Dad’s favourite castle: Caergwrle (no, that’s not a dog spelling, it’s a Welsh one).
It was up a really steep hill, so Mum took hold of my lead and I pulled her all the way up, which she was genuinely grateful for…everyone else was trailing behind having a breather! At the top, there were some brilliant ruins to explore.
sniffed seen everything up at the summit, we made our way back down to the town where we had lunch in a little sandwich bar. After sitting up proudly like a good boy, everyone gave in to my charms…mmm…turkey…ham…cheese…sausage. Yum.
Later in the day, Mum and Dad took me out to the park again (because I’d managed to do a really convincing impression of needing the bathroom…hee hee). Then, Uncle Jeremy and Auntie Lucy came round for dinner.
Auntie Lucy is lovely and I wanted so badly to kiss her face. Uncle Jeremy, on the other hand, was carrying a crutch because of his hurt leg – so naturally I barked at him ridiculously loudly until he put the offending item down and gave me a tasty treat.
All in all, not a bad day!