Spring

I see Pickle Wrote my last Blog. I Never Said PIckle could Write MY Blog.

This is MY Blog. It's all about ME. 

MY Blog is Not about Pickle.

It was Spring Yesterday. It was Sunny.

Pickle SPRINGS.

Pickle Springs Over the Gate into my Field.

Pickle Springs into Action when he Hears Something.

This is what Pickle Looks Like when he gets Too Close.

(Why am I Talking about Pickle. It's MY Blog).

Milly can't Spring when she gets in Pickle's Crate.

She gets Stuck.

I don't Spring anymore.

I am Thirteen Years Old.

Anyway, I started my Blog in September 2006. I was Six Months Old.

My Friend from America is called Doyle. Doyle says he was very excited that Pip see this picture of him at Deer Camp last weekend.  

This is a rough cabin out in the country.  I explain because I don’t want you to think this is our house.  

Doyle and I like reading Pip’s blog.  We are going to go back and read some of his older entries.

I wish America was Nearer. I could Chase Deer with Doyle at Deer Camp. 

Has anyone seen a Flying Play Tunnel heading east?

The other morning Person said what have you done with the Play Tunnel Pip? It was Windy. Our Play Tunnel had DISAPPEARED from our Field.

Anyway, here we are in Silly Milly's Crate.

A man called Mr.Baskerville came to see my Person last week. She is going to have Solar Panels up on the roof to make Hot Water. I prefer Cold Water.

Because My Person asked him to (because My Person is a Dog Behaviour Lady), Mr.Baskerville ignored Milly and she didn't Wuff and Huff at him. She wasn't scared of Mr.Baskerville.

Person said Mr.Baskerville should Understand Hounds (I'm a SIGHT Hound but I can't SEE our Play Tunnel).

Anyway, perhaps when Mr.Baskerville's Solar Panel men are on the roof making Hot Water they may be able to see my Play Tunnel a Long Long Way Away.

If some poor dogs a Long Long Way Away in Africa now have my Play Tunnel, I won't mind.