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 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.
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.
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.
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!
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!
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!