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Rolling

Happy dog.
rolling

Wishful thinking.

No this isn’t like the Death Star Bonnie, it is not fully operation once it has been chewed and bitten. It will not bounce again and no amount of barking is going to put it back together…

broken ball

Dog breath.

your breathe stinks

Return of the den.

It’s summer holidays and the den is bigger than ever.

return of the den

Bonnie’s new bed.

Nicely scrunched up for her to curl up in.

new bed

Really, really large mice…

…or a biscuit thief?

biscuit thief

Hero’s return.

Evie has been on her Brownie pack holiday this weekend and has been sorely missed by everyone. (Especially Gruff).

heros return

Walk in the rain.

I love to walk in the rain, my dog does not. Two dripping wet, soggy creatures.

No children with me, all in school, all busy. Just me and the hound.

I remember the struggles with a pram. Wellies and raincoats, puddles and wet socks.

 

walk in the rain

 

No pressure.

One wants to boot his football, the other wants to chase it and wee on trees.

No pressure Mum, none at all, in your own time.

We’re waiting…

can we go to the park

All dogs go to Iceland.

No pun intended on tonight’s England versus Iceland football game I promise.

Bonnie decided to slip out the front door tonight and cross a thirty mile per hour road. She ended up in the car park of our local Iceland supermarket.

Meanwhile her two frantic owners were galloping around the area asking every random person, child, animal, had they seen a large black dog with huge ears and a love of food.

The trail got warmer and warmer until the last group of people simply motioned to the car park excitedly and there she was, nose twitching, anticipating free food, just ourside the shop.

Shame it only sells frozen eh Bonnie?

dogs go to iceland

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