Busy day.

Good morning, so nice to meet you.  What good manners you have.  (Mum, what IS it?  Ahhh, a sausage dog, that stands to reason, it looks sort of sausage-y and doesn't seem to have any legs!. )

Dont you go in the river, youngster, you'll drown!

Ya-heee, Dad's mowing the grass.  I help him by running around him in circles until he yells for Mum to come get me.

That's better, they have both gone inside.  Now is my chance to get the brush.  She thought it was out of my reach on the window sill ... she really ought to know better.  I mean, its just asking for me to chew out the bristles isn't it, giving me an interesting challenge to get to it.

Drat! She's seen me.  Brush?? Wot brush? 

The perfect end to the day .

Dad's bar-b-q-ing.  I will sit here and make sure that he doesn't forget my sausages.

Remember I like them well done, Dad, with just a little touch of sauce. 

A Pointer's work is never done.

First things first.  Food.  Mopping up around the bird table is a must.  Those doves are just such messy eaters, and I am a very tidy Pointer (when it comes to anything edible, that is).  Anything dropped on the ground is mine - if I can get to it before Mum.  She picks it up and puts it back on top.  I just dont understand her reasoning, I can clean it up quicker than she can and the doves dont get to throw it off all over again.

Ha! She missed that bit.   There is just something delicious about soggy bread when its meant for the birds and not for me.

Blackbird!  ~~~~Dashing down the garden is hopeless, I never catch him.  Maybe a bit of sneaking will work better ~~~~

Drat!

Oh well, there are other things to do .... like making off with the wood she's put by the side of the little fire thingie ....

... or a bit of digging .... when no-one is watching, of course.  You know, I really can't understand why they dont let me stay out here on my own, there is so much to do ...










.....oops ...

Hey Mum, its dead.

Plumber's Mate

What you doing Dad?

This looks interesting

Can I help?

Garden Encore!

Oh I do love being out in the garden.  Especially when they go inside and leaves me to my own devices.  You would be amazed at the amount of thingies I can find to play with.  Dad tends to keep an eye on me though ...... but I can run faster than him as well as Mum.  He ought to have twigged by now that its all part of the game. 







I'm adventurous.  I like a challange.   The bigger the better - just as long as it fits in my mouth.

The folks thought it was funny as I dragged this branch around, as it was much longer than me.  But I solved that problem by breaking it in half.
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I'm intelligent.  I get bored quickly.  So I soon was looking around for my next toy.

This brush was most interesting.  Did you the bristles come out if you tug them hard enough?

Next minute she was down the garden taking my brush away.  Dont fuss, you still have half the bristles left dont you?

 Oh well, the stick is still available.

I am quite weary with all this running around dodging whoever is trying to take away my toys and its lovely and warm in the sun, so maybe I'll just have a little nap - with one eye open so I can see any potential  toy-nicker approaching ....


PS:  they haven't found out that I've chewed the handle off the trowel .....

Helping in the garden II

Its sunny, and warm, so we are out in the garden again.



This time its the turn of the pots. 
I found a whole pile of them behind the shed.  Obviously, they were not required or surely she would not have left them there.

  

They are so easy to grab and make off with.  Besides they make this wonderful crunching sound, and are quite  simple to demolish into lots of little bits.

But I do tend to bump into things at times ...

and when I throw one up in the air and catch it again I have to be a bit careful it doesn't get stuck over my ears with my nose inside.











 She got a bit unreasonable about me helping myself to this basket, though.  Just because I had to tip out  her silly plants to get at it.

Give it back??  Dream on!  I can run fast and its not going anywhere until I have finished with it.  So its in a lot of bits ... never mind, if she is serious about wanting it she has glue doesn't she?

Proudly posing with all my 'kills'.


So Dad's getting the mower out to cut the grass ... well he will just have to move them, wont he.  After all, I have done all the hard work, all he has to do is tidy up.