Clifton Country Park

I've never been to Clifton Country Park before, so this was exciting.

 I like going to new places and smelling new smells.  There were lots of things for me to explore and some different friends to meet.  One of the new friends I wanted to say hello to was took quick for me.  It ran across the path and into the bushes very fast.  I've never seen one before.  Mum said it was a squirrel. She also told me that there have been squirrels on our walks before but I haven't been looking in the right direction, so I hadn't noticed them.  I wish it would have stopped to say hello.

I liked all the birds swimming in the lake.

I think my favourite part was when I got to swim in the lake.  I was quite brave and actually did some proper swimming. Not for long though.  There were two large logs in the water, and it turns out that if you stand with your back legs on one of them and your front legs on the other one, that they will drift apart and your front legs go away from your back legs, and you can't do anything about it, and you lose your balance and fall in the water.  Mum was a bit miffed that she missed getting it on film because she thought it was funny and muttered something about £250.

Lakes are messy places.

Dad took this picture of the trees because he thought they looked pretty.

After we'd been to the park, we had to drive into Manchester to pick Katy up from Comic con.  We got stuck in traffic, but at least that gave us a chance to play Comic Con or Graduation.  This involves spotting people walking on the street and deciding by their clothes, whether they had been at Comic Con, or their University Graduation.  These events were happening across the road from each other today.

After all that, it was home for dinner.

This is me

I've been around for a while, but now that I'm a little older, I've been allowed on the interwebs, so I thought I'd like to share a few things with you all. I'm a fairly simple pup. I like to play and I like to sleep.  I love going in water, but not too deep.  I'm not a fan of this swimming malarky.  Give me a muddy puddle and I'm happy.

This is me when I was very little.

I live with my mum and dad and another person; not quite sure what to call her but she thinks it's weird that I call her mum and dad, my mum and dad as well.  I don't see what's weird about it at all.  They feed me, give me shelter and keep me safe.  They toilet trained me, and they teach me right from wrong.  They love me and I love them, so what else am I supposed to call them?

I like to say hello to everyone I meet when I'm out walking.  Sometimes this doesn't go down too well, and sometimes I'm told I can't say hello.  Apparently it's not okay to try and say hello to horses or sheep or birds.

Other people come and visit and I think they belong to me too. One of them is much smaller than all the rest.  He likes to play on the floor with me, but when he's had enough he pushes me away. I don't mind because I understand he's not like the rest.  They're all great and they smell so good, but I'm not supposed to bark when the little one is asleep.

This is how I look now.  As you can see, I've changed colour.  This is the Bichon Frise part of me.

I like to explore around the house.  This is not always met with the approval of my parents.  Once I found a bag of something soft and brown and sugary in their bedroom.  It tasted really good and I ate the whole lot while they weren't around.  That's when mum and dad found out that fudge makes puppies do lots and lots of pee pees.

This is my "I wasn't doing anything in your bedroom" face,

So, there you go, that's me.  See you again soon.