Feeling Daffy!

Well, there I was idling about at home when Dad said he was bored, so we would walk around to the garage to see if his car was fixed. It was, so then he had a better idea......walkies............ He said we would go and see the ducks, but as it is pretty much duck-free around home, he parked up just outside the village and then we set off in the direction of Barton-upon-Humber along a footpath. I soon found something I wanted to roll in like yesterday, which had resulted in me being scrubbed down in the shower by Mum and Dad. Dad said she was very good at that sort of thing, at least that's what I think he meant when he said she was a quality scrubber? This time dad went ape-shit the second my shoulders dipped towards the crap pile so I thought better of it.

After a couple of miles we ended up in duck land, aka Pasture House Fisheries where there were ducks squawking everywhere. Dad tied me to a seat so that he could have a cup of tea in the cafe, and I just had to carry out an examination of the inside of my eyelids for a few minutes. After a while we set off again towards home but Dad got a call from Mum saying she would pick us up saving us a mile of walking. I wasn't sad actually!

Whichever way you look at it, it was a long walk and I though he was determined to wear my paws down to the knees! I am now absolutely Donald............................... :-)