Oh Dear Deer

First Milly Sniffed the Air. 

Then Zara Sniffed the Air.

Then Pickle Stopped Pickling to Sniff the Air.

I Sniffed the Air.

Up High. Up High on the Bank. 

But not a Dog?

Yesterday Person Wanted a Picture of us all for My Blog.

Pickle was sitting on the Bonfire.

Zara was Taking a Break from Looking for Things to Eat.

 Milly was asking Is this Pigeon Poo? 

Milly was 13 Last Week. I am Nearly 16.

Sometimes my Back Legs Collapse. I Sit on my Poo.

Dear Dear.

Anyway, here is a Picture of Me. Thinking. Thinking About Walking Up the Slope and Back Into the House.

Out of Sink

Person says my Back Legs are Out-of-Sync.

I Wear my Harness all the time so Person can Help Me to Get Up.

Pickle has Found the Squeaker. 

Duck Looks Sad

Milly has Removed the Stuffing. 

Milly is Thirteen Years of Age Next Week. Person may Give Milly a New Duck.

What Revolting thing has Zara been Eating?

Pickle is Waiting to Take Over My Blog.

Pickle will Have To Wait.

Anyway, Dirty Duck should Go in Sink.