Even though it's very cold in the winter, we still go for walks every day--sometimes three times a day.
This is me, Jack, lying on Mummy's coat, patiently waiting for our morning walk. The breakfast clean-up takes forever! Sometimes I have trouble waiting, so I nip at Mummy's ankles to hurry her up. She does not like that (but it does make her go faster).
|Max and I FINALLY have our leads on|
and start our walk down Mansfield Road.
| As we pass by, the clock tower chimes and sings,|
"One, two, three, four, out the door....
Five, six seven, eight, past the gate....
Nine, ten, and eleven, the parks will be heaven!"....
So Max and I go a little bit faster....
|Once we're in the park I love to|
run and run, and we play tug of
war and chase the ring.
|When I run and play on the rugby pitch, I|
get nice and muddy. I like to show Mummy
how muddy I am so I jump up on her,
that way she can be muddy too! The muddier
the merrier--and we're very merry.
|Mummy always has to stop and look|
at pretty flowers. She says funny
words like 'oooooooh' and 'aaaaaaah',
and that I'm only to look at the flowers
and not to ever play in them. I try to
listen but sometimes it's hard--flowers
make such nice playmates.
|The daffodils have sunny, happy little|
faces so I smile back and say, 'hello!'.
|Sometimes we walk in Holywell Cemetery|
where I love to dig in the Yew Tree Forest.
The big trees are very gentle and soft, and
are happy to keep the rain off of my fur.
|There are so many paths to run down|
and I like how my ears blow in the wind.
|This was on a sunny day before I had my haircut.|
Back then I would get very muddy and be very
merry. I'm glad that my fur is growing back.
|Mummy always carries lots of treats in her|
pockets for when we're especially good.
|A little robin red-breast stopped to tweet|
hello. The song he sang told us that he's
a tiny bird with a big heart full of happiness
|I decided to carry this stick home with|
me. It will look very nice in our kitchen.
|Sometimes it's almost dark at the end of our|
walk, so we hurry home for tea. Mummy has
Earl Grey and I have my biscuits and sardines.
|Then I curl up and go to sleep. I dream about the|
Yew Tree Forest, sunny daffodils that smile and
say hello, and a tiny bird with a heart full