Showing posts with label waggon wash. Show all posts
Showing posts with label waggon wash. Show all posts

Monday, 13 April 2009

Another flattie

I came across another flattie yesterday at the waggon wash. I think this is only the second I have seen around home. We had great fun jumping in after sticks and getting very wet - ah, bliss!

This morning I had a message from Sari and Men in Black. There are some great photos there and a link to a Facebook group - flatcoats, so we've joined.

Saturday, 24 January 2009

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!




Thursday, 19 June 2008

Waggon wash

Found the waggon wash again and some new paths on the way to Rudgeway to see Auntie Elizabeth.

Monday, 17 March 2008

I can't believe there are so many dogs!

I can't believe there are so many dogs! I saw a record number this morning of all shapes and sizes and a lot of admirers. I went to the waggon wash at Sheepcombe as recommended by Basil. It's a bit muddy at the moment and I didn't fancy a swim today.
I heard a woodpecker in the woods and wondered what that was all about - hitting your nose against a tree trunk several times a second???? 
I also saw the bin men this morning. I am going to enjoy their visits, they have biscuits!
My weekend went very well. Thank you very much Auntie Avril and Uncle Roland for looking after me; I hope I was not too much of a trial and I look forward to the next time. Daddy days he missed me like a scratch on the hand - I have no idea what he is talking about.