Monday, 30 November 2009

Weekend of Torture

Now as you know I LOVE the weekends. It means Mum doesn't have to go to work and we have lots of time to spend together. I was a bit disturbed on Saturday though when Mum started packing up all my stuff and putting it in the car. I sat by the gate to ask where we were going and Mum said we were going to the dogs home because I was such a naughty puppy! Thankfully she was only joking and, after a bit of a drive, we arrived at granma and grandad's house. I love their house because they've got a lush garden, with a big fish pond that is perfect for paddling. Unfortunately grandad isn't keen on me going paddling in his fish pond so I got told off pretty quickly. Also, the weather was rubbish so I didn't really fancy playing in the garden much.

On Sunday it was raining really hard so I was quite happy sitting on the sofa but mum and grandad decided I needed to go for a walk so it was on with my puppy parka and out in the rain. I had a lovely time but got absolutely soaked! Then they decided I needed a bit of beauty therapy so grandad got his scissors out and gave me a haircut. This was bad enough, but then I had to have a bath as well. I HATE baths. Granma kind-of made it up to me with a nice lamb dinner, but I'm not sure even that was worth having a bath for. Still, at least I smell nice now, even if my hair is a bit uneven :-)

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