Tuesday 31 August 2010

Beach Bun!


Or should that be Beach Bum?



Today, I decided, was the perfect day to do something I've been planning on doing all summer. Taking Bruiser to the beach! Dogs aren't allowed on (half of) the local beach until the end of September so I wouldn't have to worry about them. Today's a Tuesday so everyone would be at work and the kids should be at school so the beach would be fairly empty. And the weather was nice! So off Boo and I went to the beach.

First we stopped off in the local park so Bruiser could pick himself some blackberries (don't worry, I spoke to the man cutting the grass the other day. They don't use any pesticides or herbicides).



At first he wasn't too sure and spent a lot of time on my lap.

Muuuuuum! Where are we?


But he soon started venturing further away.

OK, this isn't so bad...


Whee!


This is actually quite fun!


He soon discovered the downsides of the beach though.

Sand! In places where there shouldn't be sand! Get it out!


To take his mind off the Sand In Places Where There Shouldn't Be Sand I too him down to the water. Or tried to anyway. Bruiser was sooooo not impressed at the first mention of water.

You want to take me where? Over what?


This is more than enough of this silliness, I demand you take me home. Now.

Monday 23 August 2010

*loks at rain*


*cops out*

Sometimes I get into these funks where I really can't be bothered to do anything. And I mean anything. I'm in one of these funks at the moment and have been for the last week or so. I'll come out of it eventually, I know.

Today one of the things I really couldn't be bothered to do was take the dogs out for a walk. Bad, I know. I did my usual trick of "I'll just do tis first and then I'll take them out" and the next thing I know is I need to be in the pub in an hour...

Mental exercise is greater than or equal to physical exercise, right?

And so I decided to teach Puppy how to put his toys in a box.

I then ran into a problem though. The chicken in the fridge that I was planning on using as treats was icky, I'd used all the cheese a few days ag and there was nothing else suitable around. The only thing I could find was peanut butter.

Training was slow going. Not because Kota wasn't getting the hang of it (he was) but because everytime I rewarded him I got this face for the next minute.



Things sped up quite a lot when I remembered that I actually had a box of kibble on top of the shelf and my dogs are stupid enough to work for the stuff.

I'll have him tidying up after himself before you know it!