Mist, hide and seek, and fetch at Fernilee Reservoir.

Louise has been sooooooo busy, she hasn't even had time to write all about our great great weekend. (luckily she's made time for feeding and fussing me).  Last weekend her friend Boss let her have Friday and Monday off so we got loads and loads of time together to play, and I think there must have been a shortage of buses because Dave was allowed to stay home too!  We had lots of fun walking and sleeping and eating and sleeping, but one day that was the best was when we went to the Fernilee reservoir, which is a little drive from Disley, so I got to ride in the car.  I have my own seat called Boot.

A reservoir is like a lake that people drink from, that's where the tap water comes from.  I'm lucky, as a dog I can drink straight from it.  I can drink from rivers, lakes, puddles and bowls, but not the sea because there is something funny about the water in the sea.  It was really nice there for wading (I don't swim) and the weather was something called misty.  This means that after a bit the trees turn into sky.  It's a bit confusing but Louise seemed ok with it.

Trees turning into sky - its called mist.

There was lots of long grass to jump in which was good so I could play hide and seek.  Can you see me in this picture?  Probably not, I'm very very good at this game.

Boo, there I am!

We also played another fun game, it's Dave's favourite.  It's called fetch.  He likes collecting sticks but forgets he has them so accidentally throws them away, but I bring them back for him.  He's so silly, so I run around with them for a bit to make him laugh.  He found a huge stick that day.

Carrying Dave's stick

After all that running and wading I was pretty tired so I slept a lot.  It was a really great weekend.

No such thing as Too Many Cushions

Dave and Louise have got some new cushions for me.  They are called scatter cushions, which must be a fancy way of saying dog cushions.  Louise keeps saying they're for everyone to rest their backs on but as Dave and her are always happy to make sure I'm comfie first, I've added them to where my blankie is.  It is now very very snuggly on my sofa.

Snuggly

This weekend is Easter and my friend Samuel is hoping that an Easter Rabbit is going to visit Disley and bring him chocolate.  Rabbit's are like cats with long ears and they don't even have hands to carry chocolate.  This does not sound like it is going to end well.

Sunshine, and I'm back

Louise has been very slack on writing my blog for me, I think she went to sleep for the winter.  I don't blame her I like to sleep too.  Today I have slept everywhere; my bed, their bed, the floor, the sofa, Dave's lap.  

It's a sunny day in Disley today, which is why I know it's spring or summer - I don't know what date they all start, I find calenders confusing.  I have been outside.  Ollie, next door's mean cat is staring down at me again, and Louise is telling me I'm not allowed to bark at him.  Joke's on him though.  He doesn't realise he's sitting on a wheelie bin, which is somewhere they put food that's too bad to eat, and then it gets pulled away.  It doesn't smell nice, so Ollie will stink too, whereas I'm the nicest smelling dogs in Disley.  I'm going to tell him.

Ollie smells

We're going out for Sunday Lunch soon, which is just lunch on a Sunday.  This is good news, as I usually get food too, and everyone comes to the pub to see me.  I hope I see Lois and Samuel, they share their crispies with me (which is what little people call crisps.)

Why bouncy balls are sometimes bad, and cats are ALWAYS bad

Dave's got me a new ball from the Post Office in Disley, it's yellow and bouncy and I like it a lot.  He keeps throwing and kicking it for me to chase, which makes Louise cross; she says when she's cooking downstairs it sounds like a herd of elephants, so I've been trying to hide the ball to stop Dave being so naughty.  The ball is very bright and Dave is very tall so it's hard, but I'm trying to lie on it but it keeps rolling away.  I'm not too worried because Louise doesn't really get that cross a lot.

Where's the ball?

I'm very cross at next doors cat; Ollie.  He's the meanest cat in Disley and he's trying to wind me up by spying on me.  He sits on the bin that wheels and looks down his nose at me, so I show him how tall I am by jumping up and staring back.  Louise says I can't get him to move because he's not in our garden, but I'm sure I will think of something.

Ollie spying on me from the bin on wheels

Otherwise, it's Samuel's birthday soon.  Louise has got him a present and is going to draw on people's faces at his party (people like strange things).  I'm not allowed to go because there will be sooooooooo many children there that I might get trodden on and I don't like that at all, especially on my tail.  I'll be giving Samuel birthday kisses later on in the day; hopefully they'll be some leftover sausage rolls.

My New Sister as Louise and Dave are going to be Dogparents

I'm pretty excited because Louise and Dave are going to be dogparents to my little friend Lois.  They're my dogparents too so I think that means that Lois is now kind of my sister except she's a baby, so I don't really understand how that's all worked out.  Louise and Dave have to go to a church to be Lois's dogparents which is different to going to a dog home like where they went to be my dogparent.  They also have to say that they'll take care of her, so that's the same as being my dogparent.  Either way, I think it will be nice to have a sister, when she gets bigger she can throw a stick for me at the park in Disley but as she is so little right now, she only really throws me Cheddars.

Me and my dogsister Lois, with her brother Samuel. Mmmm, Cheddars.

I find all this figuring out kind of tiring, so I was pleased when Dave let me nap on his lap.  It's getting colder now and so his lap is nice and warm on my tummy.  It must be getting to winter because the radiators, which are boxes that measure weather and get hot when it's cold, are now sometimes warm.  This means that Dave and Louise's feet will be getting cold now, so I better get into bed with them in the mornings to warm them up.

Dave's lap is nice and warm, it's a dog's life.

Do dogs snore?

Me, not snoring.

Louise has said that the older I get the more I snore, and now that I am 6 I am snoring louder and louder.  I've heard Dave snore and sometimes Louise, when she's had a lot of apple juice from the pub, but I've never heard me snore.  Louise says it's because I'm asleep that I can't hear it, but I always hear the Disley postman when I'm asleep so I'm not sure that's true.

I hope that if I do snore that she won't make me sleep downstairs.  I like sleeping on my own green bed by their bed, and sometimes in the morning I get in for a cuddle.  Dave pretends he doesn't like my morning cuddles but I know he does, especially when I let him know that it's time to get up by licking his face.

It was Dave and Louise's anniversary this week.  An anniversary is a game they play where they try and find a present made out of the same kind of thing, and this year they had to find cotton presents.  I don't think that Louise really understood the game because she got Dave a book, which is made from paper (I got the game).  The book was all about dogs called 'Text from Dog' so she must have really got it for me, and she also sewed some dogs for Dave, which were a bit like me but grey not ginger.  I hope she's not saying that I'll go grey like Dave's Dad, but I am 6 now so I'll keep an eye on that.  Dave got Louise a cushion with lots of writing on it, which is definitely for me.  Louise says it's not, and that I'm not allowed to sit on it, but we'll see.

My new cushion

What I'd look like grey

A book, that is not made of cotton.  Louise is terrible at this game.

The Funniest Dog in Disley

I am easily the funniest dogs in Disley because I get all the people jokes, except knock knock jokes; they just make me think someone’s at the door and so I have to bark at an empty doorstep and peer out the window for a solid five minutes.  My favourite joke is:  What do you get if you cross a dog with a lion?

A really scared postman!  (I need to get a friend lion)

People think dressing up is funny though, which I don’t understand.  Dave and Louise were being very silly and made me join in the other day wearing silly costumes and took photos to send Helen.  I only let them because I like Helen, and she sent back pictures of herself with masks on, at least I think it was her.

Ricky Cool

Pretty Ricky (I'm too butch to be pretty, silly Dave)

This weekend we have lots and lots of visitors.  Dave’s Mum and Dad are coming, and his brother, and his sister-in-paw (they must hold hands a lot).  They have two kids too.  I hope they like dogs, because I don’t like it when children pull my whiskers or jump on me.  Dave says he’ll tell them to be nice to me, which is good because most people don’t speak dog like Dave does.  He’s like a dog whisperer except louder.   A dog speaker.  A dog teller off-er.  He just talks to me, I don’t think there’s a name for him, except Dave.