I was bored this morning. I thought of dressing up but didn’t really feel like it. I wanted to do something more energetic, you know, something where you could move around. So I asked mummy to play catch.
Since I was a little puppy girl I have always liked catch. I have three balls and they are all soft and gentle to touch. If you use hard balls like tennis balls, it hurts doesn’t it? Especially as my face is quite small so I don’t like those hard balls.
Mummy and I went out around lunch time as usual and I saw Daisy the poodle in the park as usual. But today her target was not me but mummy. Phew...
Mr Rose (Daisy’s daddy) was calling her from far away but she didn’t listen and kept jumping at mummy. Dear, dear...But when she had enough she went back to her daddy and then mummy and I had a peaceful walk for a while until we came across Daisy again. Sometimes when Mr Rose whistles, Daisy goes back to him immediately. I don’t know if she is clever or naughty.
Later I had a chance to have a little chat with Mr Rose so I asked him why she was so wild, although her great auntie Rosie had been very gentle and kind to me. But even Mr Rose said he didn’t know why.
I ran in the park a lot. Sometimes I even ran with Daisy to chase squirrels. She is OK if she doesn’t jump around me and poke my bottom. Grow up, Daisy.