What Easter means to a dog

This weekend is an extra long weekend which is great because I get to play with Dave and Louise more.  Sometimes weekends are longer because on the Mondays the banks decide everyone should close, and so it's called a bank holiday.  I don't know why the banks get to choose but I'm not complaining except the buses don't have to stop, which is a shame as Dave's out driving a bus in Stockport over Easter.

These bank holidays are very confusing to me.  This particular holiday is called Easter, which is a holiday invented by someone called Christian celebrating how people can eat a lot of chocolate.  Someone called the Easter Bunny brings everyone eggs made out of chocolate, which is even more confusing as bunnies don't lay eggs, chickens do.  Dogs don't eat chocolate but I'm sure Louise will buy me treats instead.

I like the look of chocolate...

... But Louise and Dave have treats for dogs instead!

I hope everyone enjoys their Easter too. I've been for walks with Dave and Louise and played fetch, the snow is mostly gone so there were birds to chase, and then had some naps.  It's very light and Louise says it's because the clocks have gone forward, although I've checked and they're all in exactly the same place.  As I said, Easter is confusing, I think I like Christmas better because of the presents.

Vets are people too

It's been a very busy week.  On Monday I got to go and see the vet, which was great.  A lot of dogs I know don't like the vets, but I really like it there.  I get to stand on a high shiny table without getting told off for jumping up, and the vet and the vet nurse give me lots of fuss; they're both very friendly and not scary at all.  This time I had to have a couple of little injections but I was very brave and I could tell Dave was very impressed. Louise was impressed too when we got back to Cheshire (the vet lives in Stockport which Louise says is in a different country, which is strange because I though it was in England).  She was still asleep because she said something she ate made her poorly.  I had the same thing when I ate leftover stuff from the bin once; Louise said dogs shouldn't eat curry.

I was hoping for lots of treats seeing as I was good, and so I hung around the kitchen when Louise cooked.  I can sit on the stairs if I'm quiet, and when I sit there I can still hear what's going on upstairs; Dave can get into mischief if you leave him unsupervised for too long!

Looking for treats...

... but listening for trouble

Last night we went to see Helen when Dave was watching the football.  Helen must make Louise drink very slowly, because whenever we go there, Louise says she's only going there for one drink but it seems to last forever!