Thursday *Living it up in the Countryside*

Dear Diary

What a day today. Mum and Dad took me for a big looooong walk on my long rope to a cafe. It was such a long walk the I had to walk through some deep puddles for a rest. When we got to the place there were so many exciting things. I meeted pigs and a bonky and grumpy chickens and leeeeetle horsies and something Dad called an alpalma. He said it was cause he wasn't sure whether they were alpacas or llamas. I don't know what any of those things are and the alpalmas wouldn't talk to me so I don't care for them.

I also met a really growlly dog called Jack. He is an old dog who works at the cafe. He didn't like me at all and Mum had to pick me up because he tried to bite my bottom! How rude. He got put away for that. Mum says I mustn't judge him because a naughty little dog probably bit him sometime and that's why he doesn't like me. I understand so I wasn't upset at all.

Then we had a really loooooooong walk back and I found an even deeper puddle for walking in! I like to keep Mum guessing about whether I'm a water dog or not. 

In the afternoon I got to play outside with the little human that lives with Aunty Sarah and Uncle Greg. She's really cool and I want to give her millions of kisses all the time. I'm not allowed though so I'm getting A LOT of Leave It! training and the little human is getting much braver too. We'll be friends soon. We got to share a carrot together and run around in the sun. 

I looked for badgers again in the big pile of grass, but the sneaky badgers had put some sort of hot burny thing in the middle of the pile and I burned my nose. I guess I won't be digging in there anymore. Naughty badgers. 

Then Mum went away and I helped Dad and Aunty Sarah stack a big pile of wood. I made sure there were no badgers in the wood pile and got all tangled in rope and got stuck under a shed and had a great time. Dad said I was hard work. I don't know what he means!

Tonight everyone got cool sausagey things out to play with. I had so much fun chasing them and biting them and pushing them round and best of all - making them go BANG! I liked that a lot. Mum always rushed in a picked up the dead sausage bits, but I don't even care about them, only the live ones are interesting.