It's been raining and raining since I came home.
Last week, it rained every single day. There wasn't much to do.
I sure hope Whoever's In Charge Of These Things knows that summer starts today!
The Typist went away for her Mystery Trip and it was just me and My Cushion at home for a week. It was wonderful! I was quite sad when we had to pick her up from the airport.
Please note how I'm now good in the car. They've even removed the hideous green and white cover from the back seat.
Sometimes, The Typist can be quite useful. Yesterday, for example, she took me for my morning walk because My Cushion had a hangover.
It was another grey day.
I met Larry, Pearl, Ginger, Darcy, Aggie, Josie, Millie, Ted and other dogs whose names I don't know at Mort Bay.
The big news was that Millie's moving to Canberra soon. Poor thing.
We all thought her human had treats...
...but she didn't.
It was low tide at the little beach and not very exciting.
After that, Larry, Darcy, Aggie and I walked to Ballast Point.Pearl fell off the wall at Ballast Point and into the water. Her human was very brave and rescued her. She got cut near her eye and hurt her foot and had to see Dr Dog. I hope she gets okay soon.
Here's a terrible, blurry old picture of Pearl.
The Typist didn't take a picture of Pearl yesterday because she was too busy tut-tutting over the blood.
After what happened to Pearl, The Typist got all nervous when I went on the other side of the fence. If I'd fallen into the water, she wouldn't have been able to save me because she can't swim.
I like scaring The Typist.
After we said goodbye to Larry, Darcy and Aggie, The Typist and I went on to Birchgrove.
She was very keen to give me a good walk yesterday. I think she's definitely trying to get me to like her again.
It was low tide at Birchgrove too.
But the water was nice.
So I went in for a swim! A REAL one, up and down the water.
The Typist was very proud of me.
Some other dogs turned up.I only knew 1 of them - Ranger!
Ranger did a poopie in the water.
It was a good thing I'd already had my swim. Unlike My Cushion, I'd really rather not swim in poo.
After we got home, and despite the fact that I hadn't gone back into the water after Ranger did his poopie, I got another bath - my 6th since coming home, and the 2nd since Sunday.
If The Typist continues like this, she's NEVER going to get back into my good books ever again.