I am 13 months old today

I had a cracking time today. It is 13 months since I was born and it felt like my birthday again. I was not feeling too good yesterday morning, probably because of that needle pointy thingy that the vet stuck in me the day before. But today, I was back to normal. Daddy took me for a long walk this afternoon and I vote for that every day. We went to the golf links as usual and then on through Old Down and round Old Down Wood and back via Sheepcombe and the waggon wash. We've been there before, but as it was a Saturday afternoon, as well as nice and sunny, there were loads of other furry friends to play with. Two of them (including another flat-coat) took my kong, but that is no more than I try to do!

Suicide bomber

I've just been called a suicide bomber. I know I run at people but Daddy says I need to show some restraint. I was excited because I met Paddy the Schnauzer again and had a nice play.
On the way back from the golf links, I stopped at my favourite field and asked to go in again - usually works.