Wed 15th Nov: Tunneling with Mum
Cato:
Dad had to go do shifty stuff, so we took Mum round the big lake and down the tunnel. It was just starting to muddify, and the sky was really grey.
To start with, Mum said 'We are sticking to the path today, cos of all that rain we had.'
But then we walked past the tunnel entrance, and she stopped and had a think. And she decided that maybe we could try the tunnel and see if we sank in the mud.
But it really wasn't very muddy at all! I think Tara was a bit disappointed, but it made Mum happy. Mum took one pic of Tara squatting for a big fat poo. She was so busy piccing green stuff and leaves and stuff that she didn't notice the poo happening in the corner of the pic. But when we got home me and Mum had a larff about it. And Dad too. But Tara kicked up such a fuss that Mum deleted the pic so we can't show you. It was a very big poo though. I don't do big fat poos like that. I can't. But then I am not a heffalump, am I?
This is more of the boring green stuff.
And this is more tunnel, and me showing Mum the way out of the tunnel into the field.
We did a lot of off road field stuff. Last time we came this way it was hothothot and Mum had to carry me over the mounds of cut hay. This time it was all sniffy and soggy.
Mum says you have to notice the trees in the distance. Those aren't bird in the top branches. They are leaves. Why are there leaves stuck on the top of each tree? Why only the top? Mum says it is weird, cos the top bits are the windy bits, aren't they? So the leaves should have fallen off by now. Stands to reason.
These are the same trees but the bottom bits where they grow out of the ground.
Did you see the people in the distance. They had lots of paws with them. One of them was called Reg, and he fell in love with Tara. He was sniffing and bowing, and yelping and inviting her to play, and desperately in love. Only she got a bit freaked out and ran to Mum. In the end Reg went off with a broken heart. He didn't want to play with me. I think he liked Tara cos of her silly bows. He wouldn't feel like that if he had seen that poo.
Oh, and this is one of our lake bridges. The sniffy bits, of course.
And here is Mum doing lake pics, cos she is still fussing with the new camera. I mean, I don't mind. Cos it means we can show you our walks again. But... you can have too many pics, can't you?
These are interesting men building an interesting memory bench. This one is made of bits of tree. So it is different and will be sniffier than normal memory benches. The bright green stuff was a barrier so me and Tara couldn't go and investigate the new bench properly, but Mum says the barrier won't be there for ever, and one day I will be able to go sniff and widdle on it properly.
This is us playing Truffle Hound while Mum sits and looks at the lake, and people walk past and say how cute we are. They try and walk along where my TruffleTreats are sometimes
Hawthorn berries with few rosehips mixed in.
Pussy willow buds ready for next spring.
A duck I couldn't reach to hunt.
A gull I couldn't reach to hunt. It was looking right at me. Cheeky bird!
And us looking down at the ducks from the end of the bridge.
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