Just had a great local walk, one of my favourites in fact. Not only that, I impressed Daddy as we went into a field with a horse and a deer. The deer looked as though he thought he belonged to the horse. I was off the lead and only half-heartedly gave chase. The deer was not too bothered and stayed with the horse and I came back. The fact that I was hot and tired had nothing to do with it! That is the first time we have seen a deer in Alveston.
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Showing posts with label horses. Show all posts
Showing posts with label horses. Show all posts
Sunday, 20 September 2009
Saturday, 5 April 2008
Scared
I was scared of a noise something like this horse on this morning's walk! I pulled all the way up the Bridle Path. I kept looking back but I couldn't see what it was. It didn't follow us thank goodness. I forgot all about it until Daddy did this blog for me.
We had a visit from Barking Mad Amanda when Daddy registered me for possible holidays in future.
The morning ended on a high note as I was invited to Auntie Avril & Uncle Roland's for coffee. I am really looking forward to Thursday's visit when they said they will be taking me to Westonbirt Arboretum while Daddy is going to the Malverns for a long walk.
We had a visit from Barking Mad Amanda when Daddy registered me for possible holidays in future.
The morning ended on a high note as I was invited to Auntie Avril & Uncle Roland's for coffee. I am really looking forward to Thursday's visit when they said they will be taking me to Westonbirt Arboretum while Daddy is going to the Malverns for a long walk.
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Monday, 31 March 2008
An eventful morning
Today was the first time I experienced the delights of crossing the A38. What a dreadful road; I didn't know what to do but I was glad to be on a tight lead. On the other side of the road I went into a field of horses and they were a bit too friendly as you can see.
On the way back I found this L-plate which Daddy thought was quite appropriate.
When I got back home, I helped Daddy dig the garden.
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