Fun In The Fields

As the weathermen are predicting snow today (it's certainly got a lot colder today, brr), I thought we better go for big walk yesterday to make the most of the mild weekend weather.

When we got to the fields I had a look around to see if anyone was about or if anything interesting was going on.

I smelt something across the field so went to investigate. I don't know what had been there but it smelled good. I had a little diggy dig to see if I could find it.

You might want to turn the sound down on this video as the wind is LOUD! I couldn't find anything despite my best efforts. I think it may have been a rabbit Marvin!



I thought I better have a good scout around the fields to make sure there were no more critters hiding out.

I'm on your trail rabbits, you're not going to get away from me!

I did my best stalking to try & creep up on the unsuspecting bunnies.

I had to concentrate hard to stay on the trail.

Darn it, I lost them.

Ah well, another day maybe. I decided I was ready to play. Come on mum & dad, let's go & play now!

I found a glove to play with, but you know what? It wasn't nearly as much fun as it was that time in the snow when I played with mum's glove for ages, remember?

I decided to play fetch with dad instead. Can you see how quiet the fields are? There are LOADS of doggies that live in my neighbourhood, but seemingly none of them get big walks or runs on the fields too often as they always seem deserted. All the better for me I guess, though it would be nice to have some friends to romp about with sometimes.

I used to enjoy having dad throw the ball (not mum so much as she's pathetic at throwing the ball), & loved to chase it, but I wasn't so bothered about bringing it back. Well, I figure if the stoopid hoomans threw it, why should I do their dirty work & carry it back.

However, now I am a mature 9 month old, I have realised that if you bring it back you a) get treats and praise b) get to run again c) get more treats & praise. I think you can see where I'm going here.

First I had to do a bit of warm up though, bounding about like a spring lamb.

Whee, here I come.

OK, now throw the ball, throw the ball, throw the ball!!!

Yay, look what a clever boy I am bringing my ball back dad.

Better get that treat ready dad, cos I'm a comin'

I'm even getting good at dropping it right away rather than standing there chewing it.

Come on dad, again, again!

This is what I tend to do if mum throws the ball hehehe. Dad is just the best, what can I say?



Of course, we couldn't go home without me having to pose for the paparazzi! I'm kind of used to it now, so posed nicely. Here's my profile shot complete with sticky up ear!

3/4 profile of me, looking a bit wistful here. I was daydreaming about Faya.

I thought I'd give mum a cheesy grin.

Argh, a sudden gust of wind meant I was not looking my best! Ah well, I kept smiling through like a true pro.

It was a really fun afternoon. Sorry for the photo overload!

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