Sossidges…and ice cream!

What a blissful morning down the beach – swimming, sossidges and ICE CREAM! Not altogether of course.

Me and Chip had fun in the water but mum says we are a pain because Chip won’t go in far and I drop the ball so she gets her feet wet. Today’s sandals got soaked and when we arrived home she found the sole was split so they went in the bin. They were old and she has lots more.

There’s a lovely dog friendly café right next to the beach where we had a long drink then shared mum’s enormous sausage sandwich. Then another treat when we got back to the car park – she said we could have ice cream, just between us dogs. WOW, YUM!

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I have a new pal!

Mum gets a message lunchtime from someone she hasn’t seen for a-g-e-s who is on the beach with her dog and wonders if she can meet up.  Give me ten minutes says mum and, although I’d had a long walk AND we’d had breakfast out, she takes me and we head to the same cafe.

Well, I have to say Nev (short for Neville) was lovely, a proper gentleman with impeccable manners. Very surprised to hear he is a rescue dog because he is beautiful and very well behaved.

Mum said we should have a treat so we shared sossidges, a bit for him, a bit for me.  He can give a paw, but not as high as I can.  He needs more practice – we have to meet up again soon and get more sossidges.

 

Party cat-crashed

My mum and I were invited to a neighbour’s birthday party yesterday, an outdoor party – parasol, canopy, laden picnic table, chiminea ablaze.  Imagine our shock when we arrived – and found Marley already there! Smooching round all the guests, soliciting ear rubs and winding himself round legs.  Cat-crashed my mum called it, though he’d obviously negotiated the gate as well.

I found an old tennis ball, ripped that to shreds then started begging sausages from the food table.  I was having a fantastic time until my mum saw and said: STOP!  That was the party over for me and I was taken home in disgrace.

Marley stayed, my mum went back and I was left on my own.  Mum came back later but the cat was last home.  Dirty stop out!

Not me, I have an alibi!

This time I know for a fact the cat did it. I wasn’t in the house at the time so it can’t have been me.  What’s the hullaballoo?  What indeed – someone stole a sausage!

Apparently my mum cooked six sausages, ate three and left the rest in the dish on the kitchen worktop overnight.  This morning there’s only two bangers – someone had snaffled a sausage.  This discovery was made after I’d been brought back from an overnight stay at bootcamp so I was the prime suspect, as usual, followed by the Irish aunt (who is partial to sampling things my mum cooks).

But then the Irish aunt absolved me by saying there were only TWO sausages when she was in the kitchen so it couldn’t have been me.  Phew, off the hook.

By deduction, it could only have been a cat.  Cleo hardly comes downstairs so my money is on Marley, a sausage thief if ever I saw one, bit fat puss that he is.  Thing was, there was no mess, not a squidge of sausage out of the dish or on the floor, and he is a very messy eater.  So could it have been Cleo?

The only thing that matters is that I’m in the clear with a perfect alibi.

Now, what’s for tea?  Can I smell sausages?

Picnic pleasures

If there’s anything I love more than being at a cafe, it’s going on a picnic.  I get crisps when we go to the pub and snippets of bacon at the cafe but there can be all sorts of treats on a picnic – crisps, pate, sausages, pasties, dips, cheese, lots of stuff I really like.    Mum laid on a gorgeous spread

Last time we went to Seaton Sluice, just up the coast from where we live.  We had a drink outside at the pub (well, mum and friend did) then tucked into the goodies.  I romped around in the sun but made sure I didn’t go too far in case I missed any titbits.  Mmm, it was delicious.

Seaton Sluice