Sun 28th May: Foxy in the sun!
Tara:
This is me looking beautiful. Mum says.
I had my pink bows in specially, in case I saw William. And look, here he is. I am playing it cool, and not asking him to chase me.
This is what Cato does when he thinks we are going back to the car and he wants a longer walk.
and this is the Rowan sprout that Mum has been piccing for you. She says that each of those little blobble things are going to be big fat orange red berries when the weather gets all cold again.
Pink stuff. There is a lot more pink stuff on this tree this year than last, says AuntieJane
We (Mum, Dad, me and Cato) are all going on an Adventure. We are going to stay in a hotel for two nights, and I am to BEHAVE and not bark at people outside our den door, and I mustn't poo on the carpet. Or widdle on it. And I am allowed to sleep on the bed, but only if I stay on our Pack blanket.
I am not sure I want to go.
There seem to be a lotlotlot of rules and stuff.
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