Dog to dog blog

Hi guys

Seems like any time Grandpa can't be bothered to blog, he expects me to do it for him, which is a bit rich. Anyway, went to a cool party the other night, at the agility class. Hadn't seen any of my mates (ha, mates! – in their dreams) for long enough. We'd been stuck in the house for like ages, I mean yonks, just 'cos it had snowed and froze and Mummy was afraid of falling over. I don't see the problem, truly, I mean I've got twice the number of legs, and I don't fall over, much.

Had a good time at the party, raced around a lot, though probably not always when I should have according to M, and got some extra food. I was well knackered afterwards, and slept for yonks once we got home, didn't hear the alarm, even, just snored on, apparently.

Still, we went for another walk later on yesterday. It was really, really slippy underfoot, water on the ice, and I had what M calls a Bambi moment, but didn't actually fall. M dropped my lead as I was running free along the track that leads to the fields, but didn't realise it for a bit, and we had to go back to get it. Since she was having a hard time of it, walking, I nipped on ahead and fetched it for her.

I don't normally do the fetch bit, that's for soppy retrievers and stuff, not hounds like me, but M was really pleased, which makes what happened after even more unfair.

It was on the way back after a really good charge about. On the way out, I'd had one good look at a half a bunny that someone had left lying around, but yet again M wouldn't let me eat it, though it was gorgeous, just nicely ripe.

On the way back, I had a last charge off before getting the leash back on. M was hollering and I realised I'd maybe overdone the running off bit, so I thought I'd do something to please her. There was a leg left over from the bunny, so I fetched it back for her, carefully jogging along with the leg dangling down sideways so's she could see what it was.

Did she want it? What do you think? There's no pleasing some people. I could see by her face she wasn't happy, so I dropped the bit of bun at her feet and did my best sit. So she had to give me a treat for coming back, natch, but she wouldn't hold it out on her hand as usual, just dropped it on the deck for me to pick up.

Something about "not wanting my tongue all over her hand", just 'cos it still had bits of well ripe bunny on it.

Never mind, we're back to normal now, but no more snow, boo, and regular walks again.

Lots of licks (will you have bunny with that?)

Sally