Showing posts with label bee sting. Show all posts
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It's been a long dog, I mean time

Dear Diary

Seems I'm just about as good at keeping a diary as my Mum. Sorry to all my lovely friends for my long absence. So this will really be a quick update of some of my adventures.

When I left you I was in Timaru and having a great time. That great time continued. Mum and Aunty Sarah took me for a big walk through a thing called an estuary (it's just a fancy name for a swamp) and we ended up at a beach. It didn't seem like a beach to me at first, but Mum said that if I was in the UK (hi guys) this is what  most of their beaches are like. 

I had to check the beach for badgers, we had my little human friend with us and I couldn't let her get caught up in any evil badger plot. I was sure there was one where Aunty Sarah was sitting, but I must have scared it off with my awesome shovels of doom.

On the way back from the beach I decided that Mum really wasn't paying enough attention to what I was up to so I taught her a good lesson. It was even better because she was wearing her nice clothes and had the fancy camera! There was lots of long grass by the path, but I spotted a stream with some ducks in it. 

I've never really been interested in ducks before but they were just irresistible. A few bunny hops through the grass and then SPLASH! Ducks went quacking away and Mum came bounding through the grass. Unfortunately I had miscalculated the steepness of the banks of the stream and I couldn't get out. I was a bit worried till I saw Mum. Also it turned out the stream wasn't really full of water, but black stinky (YUSS) mud. It was hard to swim in. Mum whipped me out and I managed to get mud all over her. Then I spent lots of time trying to dry myself in the cut grass. 

Maybe it wasn't such a good idea (especially since I had to have a really loooooong bath to remove my glorious aroma).

That was my best Timaru adventure, but I also told lots of cows about how I'm the boss of them (they didn't listen).

I mastered the art of climbing up and sliding down the little human's cool slide.

And I partook of some civil disobedience. Mum says some rules are made to be bent a little!

Back home Mum has been poorly for a while, but we've still been meeting up with my new Pet Care friends. I've had great walks with them, although that sexy beast Kaiser seems to have fallen out of love with me now. Sad.

At least Otto still plays with me a bit. And after a rough start the tiny bully Millicent and I are getting on much better. 

I also went on an adventure to a Beech Forest, but I didn't like it. There were millions of wasps around and I got stung buy a wasp (but I showed it by eating it) and a bee. It made me really sad so Mum carried me. It was disappointing cause I love native forests. 

Below are lots of pics of my fun times. They say a picture is worth a really large amount of words so these will save you from having to spend the rest of the day reading this. 

Saturday *To Bee or Not to Bee*

Dear Diary,
What sort of Saturday would it be without spending time in the garden? Probably a rainy one I guess, but today was not that so I spent some quality time hunting snails (note to my overseas readers snails DO NOT carry heart or lung worm in NZ, it does not exist here so this is not dangerous and my Mum is not irresponsible letting me do this) and smelling the flowers. 

Of course smelling flowers really means chasing bees and Mum tells me off and calls me names like silly and stupid and asks me if I'll ever learn.

What I think she is referring to is the time I actually caught a bumblebee, because I am an awesome hunter, and she had to take me to the emergency vets. She said at the time it was typical of me to do something so silly and worrying on a public holiday. She also said I looked very funny and cute. I don't know what she means. 

I really didn't enjoy that experience but I don't see why it would happen if I caught another bee or two. Or more. 

After that Dad was doing some DIY and that black cat was helping. I really couldn't be having that, he'd just ruin everything for Dad so I carefully chased him away. He came back and seemed quite insistent on staying, he even whacked me in the nose a couple of times, but he ran off so I know that I'm still the boss.

After that I got down to the real work of helping Dad. He rudely suggested a couple of times that I wasn't actually helping, but more getting in the way and causing trouble. The nerve.

Mum has been under the weather again today so I didn't get a walk till later and then it was a big long lead training session. Pooh. I hate lead training. I don't really like being on the lead either, but at least I get to sniff loads of things. I was good on the walk out, but the walk back took a very long time and we went back and forth and round in circles quite a lot. Don't tell Mum but sometimes I just do it on purpose to make her look silly. Tee hee! I'm hoping Mum will feel better tomorrow and we can go on an adventure.