So back to the routine. It was a lovely sunny morning so Dad said, let's go out dogging. Straight in the car and a few miles down the road we pulled into a quiet corner and piled out into the sunshine. Not been to this spot before but things soon got exciting as we trundled off down a lane with Dad grunting and groaning about the state of his feet and legs after Crufts yesterday! He wouldn't have won any prizes for 'Fittest Dad' would he?
A hundred yards down the road I was busy when I noticed Dad jumping up and down on the spot. I wasn't too bothered because I had my head and front end down a big hole in the hedge to see what what was inside. Dad kept jumping, and roaring something about 'leave-those-bloody-black-and-white-somethings alone!!!!!' Didn't know what he was on about, but thought I had better go as he was having a pink fit about it. No big holes for me I understand. I laughed because I suddenly thought that a certain meat-head mate of mine called Bo would barely have got his fat head in!
Things got better yet. After that we went into a wood, and after a few minutes there was a lot of squawking and fluttering as some funny birds decided to leave at the other end in a cloud of feathers and panic. Not my fault, never touched 'em Your Honour!
Thing is m'lad, you're a Labrador Retriever.... that means a fetcher, not a springer. Oh and the really hard bit? You have to wait until asked to do the fetch bit. Tough life, eh? That's why we are working on something called self control; love Mum xx :)
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