She’s creamy, she’s about 5 days younger than me, and she’s a Labrador too. Our eyes met across the puppy training class and we jumped on each other for a mega wrestle. So, please step aside Auntie Chris, Uncles Les, Auntie Andrea, Uncle Barry, Auntie Sue and Uncle Alan, you are so last week. Pickle is undoubtedly my new best friend forever.
My half sister Polly isn’t allowed out to play at the moment. She must be some sort of badly behaved debutante because she’s not allowed out until her Season’s over, or something like that – humans seem to speak in riddles most of the time. But she’s still in the running for BFF.
A couple of weeks ago I met up with Pickle at her home and, while our respective Mums and Dads drank tea and ate cake (none for us ?) and lounged around occasionally barking an ineffectual order, we went outside and played for nearly two hours after which the flower beds and shrubs apparently didn’t look quite the same as they did before we started. I don’t actually recall any flower beds or shrubs although, now you mention it, there were some things that kept getting in the way, but we soon smashed them aside. The pond was fun too.
Last Sunday we all met up in Dukehouse Woods for another 90 minutes of fun and games [Ed: otherwise known as non-stop mayhem].
Angus looks like something from the Hound of the Baskervilles
Dad took just over 70 photos of us but we were both moving so fast that the number of blurred ones is….. just over 70. Sorry, can’t stop the fun for photos. [Ed: actually there was one that wasn’t completely blurred but Angus looks like something from the Hound of the Baskervilles]
Fortunately my new second best friends Uncle Neil and Auntie Helen came to the rescue because Auntie Helen shot some video. Now, dear readers, I need to set the record straight. In this clip, it might look like Pickle has the upper hand but we take it in turns and I let her be boss sometimes – she’s not really in charge though. [Ed: Oh Angus, have you got a lot to learn mate!}
Angus
