Never mind, by the time Dad takes over I have had a few trips into the garden, at least three drinks of water, and possibly another couple of bowls of grub. Good game.
Well, dont just stand there Dad, make yourself useful, tickle my tummy! The folks reckon I have the most tickled tummy in the universe.
We wait until its cooler before we go out for a walk, but I am still heading at full speed for my hole in the hedge. Its a shortcut to the next field where my main objective is ... the splash.
Over in the field across the river they have harvested the crop the old fashioned way, and have pitched onto the trailer. It will go to the old mill to be ground into flour, and then baked into bread which they sell on days the mill is open to the public. All done as it was in the past.
Dad thinks this is interesting. There is no accounting for humans.
Now THIS is interesting. They went out shopping. The meanies put all the rubbish bins up on worktops where I couldn't get to them to investigate. So I had to look elsewhere for entertainment. I found it in the dining room. Dad had put a couple of bags of barbeque charcoal under the table. That bag just sort-of fell open in my mouth, so I had a bit of a dig around. It went a long way. Unfortunately they came home before I got to the second bag.
Barbeque night again tonight Dad? I love helping Dad with the barbeque. I've found the charcoal for you, so no excuses!
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