Fun In The Sun

We are still having unseasonably glorious weather here in the UK. Well, at least in my little corner of it. How is it where you are Simba, Loui & Marvin? People say that hawthorn bushes flowering & swifts returning from their winter holidays usually signal the start of summer here in mid May, but both these things have already happened here. Is this global warming that the hoomans talk of, or just a good year? Who knows really.

So anyhow, off we set to Seven Fields, my local nature reserve and playground. There is a big stick on the way there that has been catching my attention for the last few days.

I tried to suss out how heavy it was & if there was a realistic chance of me managing to drag it home with me on the return journey.

I decided that it was probably not feasible. Mum sometimes carries small stickies home if I get tired on the way home (or more likely find something more interesting to sniff or pick up), but something told me she just wasn't going to be up for heaving this beast home. No problem, I just decided to lie down & have a good old chew instead.

I have to admit that a few passers by did give me some funny looks, dogs included. I thought they would have understood the gloriousness of sticky chewing, but apparently not. Ah well, all the more for me.




Going in for a big old chomp. Ah, happiness is a stick to chew. Did I tell you that I finally ate all the stick that I had hidden in the bushes? It was a sad, sad day when that was all gone. I still haven't found a suitable replacement.

Mum says it's rude to open your mouth when you're eating, I say "aaaaaaaaaaaaah".

When I had sufficiently chewed, we carried on to the fields. In the woods we saw these pretty bluebells. Again, these don't normally appear until May.

We also say some white bluebells, umm, whitebells? Mum didn't know there were white ones. All the rest were the usual colour, so maybe these ones were freaky mutant bluebells?

One on the fields I found a stick that was a bit easier to handle. I'm running around a really marshy natural pond. I like playing in the long grass commando solider stylee. The other day I missed my footing & my head got dunked in the mud. One whole side of my face was totally caked in mud, but thank doG mum didn't have the camera that day as it was really embarrassing. Not the being muddy so much, more the falling over part, doh!



I am giving a "don't mess with me & my sticky" look to any approaching doggies. To say I am such a big softy, I can pull out the mean look when needed. In truth, if they actually came up to me I would give them my stick no questions asked. That's how much of a nice guy I really am!

Here I am practicing my commando stalking through the long grass. Can you see me mum? Oh, you can? Hmm, must work on my crawl, then it'll be much harder to spot me!

I'm on the trail of the rabbits that live here. I have never seen one, but I can smell them & I have seen lots of the tasty chocolate drops they leave lying around.

It's so great to have all this space to bound about in. As I have said before, to say what a great place these fields are, there really aren't ever many hoomans or doggies around. I don't know if the other doggies round here just don't get good walkies like I do, or whether they have all found somewhere even more fantastic to go!

Here I am trying to hunt the silly pigeons. No matter how much I tuck my tail down & try to creep up on them, they always hear me coming & fly off at the last moment. Still, the fun is in the chase, right?

I had to go back on my lead briefly as there was a big doggy that we didn't know in the next field & as we know from bad experience, not all doggies want to be friends (I got nipped on my side by a dog here late last year).

I found a MASSIVE sticky store! This lot will last me the rest of the year!

After lots of running around I had a bit of time out to do some sunbathing in the nice cool grass.

I dug a big hole...no, not really. Somebody did though! I wonder what they were trying to get to? That must have been one determined doggie!

We played lots of fetch. I am getting pretty good at it now & will bring the ball back more than 3 times before I get bored. Dad was laughing at me the other day as sometimes when the ball is thrown I act like I don't know where it went & go off to sniff something, but as we walk off I always go to grab my ball from where I know it was all along, hehehe!

This is the state I was in after all that fun in the sun! Absolutely exhausted. As mum always says "A tired puppy is a happy puppy". Ain't that the truth!

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Oscar x