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Bad hair day

Fowlmead Country Park, here I come!

Yes, you guessed it: Mum had a day off from work today so that she could get back to feeling like a proper person entertain me 🙂

We went over to Granny and Grandad’s for lunch first – and while we were there I showed off my excellent header skills with the football. Soon enough, it was time to harness up and get on the road to the park.

Molly spent the whole journey in the car trying to make a comfy bed on Mum’s back seat and I barked at the electric windows – in the hope that they would open. Sometimes they do…but I can’t quite work out who controls them…yet!

The park was awesome as ever. Birds, toadstools, fish, cyclists, ice cream. The list goes on. One thing I wasn’t quite so keen on was the extreme wind today:

Did someone say 'Chewbacca'?

Did someone say ‘Chewbacca’?

It’s hard to see all of the squirrels when you’ve got hair blowing everywhere. Even worse, it’s hard for everyone to see how handsome I really am!

H x

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Molls on hols

Those of you who know me well, or are regular readers of my blog, will realise that I’m quite a happy chappy. In fact, every day is an amazing adventure. But this weekend has literally been the BEST THING EVER! Granny and Grandad have been away visiting Uncle Matthew and Auntie Katie, so my best friend Molly (note from Hector’s Mum: not sure the relationship is entirely reciprocal, especially when the face barking is at its most intense, but hey) has been to stay with me for two nights. It’s been awesome!!!!!!!!!!!

On Friday, Mum took us both to the beach and we pulled her into the water with her favourite new shoes on. Brilliant. Then we both scoffed loads of sea water and promptly had upset tummies all over the promenade. That gave Mum a chance to show off her fancy new polka dot poop bags, so I’m pretty sure she loved our presents 😀

I'll let Molly go first, that's what gentlemen do. What? Who said 'wimp'? I resent that accusation. Chivalry is not dead.

I’ll let Molly go first, that’s what gentlemen do. What? Who said ‘wimp’? I resent that accusation. Chivalry is not dead.

 

Let’s get a little seaweed facial while we’re here…

Next stop was the pet shop, where I chose a fluffy football…well, I pinched it off the shelf, carried it round the store and covered it in slobber so Mum had to buy it for me. I also negotiated a huge new dog duvet for myself. Who can resist my puppy dog eyes?

But when we got home, it didn’t turn out quite as I’d expected:

Still feels a little lumpy. One more super loud scratching session should get it perfect.

Still feels a little lumpy. One more super loud scratching session should get it perfect.

 

So, Molly has been sleeping on my new bed for the last two nights. But it’s OK. I let her because I love her. And she lets me waggle my bum at her and bark really loudly in her ears when I want to play…just like I did at 8 o’clock this morning. It’s a match made in heaven.

Not sure why Molly was wagging so much when we took her back to Granny and Grandad’s today though. But then, she is only a cocker spaniel. She doesn’t quite have the brainpower of Bordoodle. Simple minds, simple pleasures.

Ah, what it is to be me!

H x