Murphy and I had a great day out last Friday with Auntie Debbie and her boys. Fergus and Max did some of their gundoggy stuff and then we all went for a long walk.
Not sure why Mum called me 'a little toad' - perhaps it was because I ran off to explore on my own and didn't listen to her when she called me back. Going back on my lead when she caught up with me was actually quite nice as I was shattered!
Saturday was spent in the garden with Michael planting out tiny bits of green stuff. He says they will grow bigger and until then I have to stay off them. I say, don't get out the big yellow pipe thingy that sprays water then if you want me to stop bouncing around the garden.
