Came home and mum shut the front yard gates so we had the run of front and back yards. Mum made coffee and her and dad sat out the front reading and drinking. No worries. Four people walked past our gate, we ran up like nutcases, barked, mum told us off. No worries.
Sorry Dad, I promise I won't bark again, hehe.
Stella, I hear someone coming!
Sorry Dad, I promise I won't bark again!
Mum, is Dad still looking for me?
Lisa (our sissy) drops in with Tyler. It was Tyler's birthday, he's four years old. Happy Birthday Tyler mate.
Mum made more coffee. No worries. Dear, old, forgetful mum.
We never escape our front yard. The fence is a bit raggety butt, we always stay with mum. That's just our way. Tyler on the otherhand enjoys playing Houdini. Mum's just taking a sip from her cup when she sees Tyler racing down the paddock next to our place. Stella is a close second and I, Rory, bring up the rear.
Hehehe, we just couldn't help ourselves. Tyler went over, Stella followed and I, Rory, scrambled over, scratching my tummy (and other bits and pieces) on the wire fence.
Mum, Dad and Lisa head into the paddock. Dad calls Stella, she is about 200 metres away. She stops, dad waves his arms and yells out COME and buggar me, she runs back to him! And she says I'm the stoopid one! Tyler and I continue on along the creek bed through the back of some neighbour's yards. By this time Dad and Mum have driven the car around the corner and down the road towards where the creek comes out near the road.
There we are. Tyler sniffing around. He goes to Lisa when she calls cause he's had enough adventure. Me on the otherhand, well, actually, it's kinda embarrassing, but well, I got myself stuck in the cow pen. I sorta managed to squeeze under the bars but couldn't get any further so I was locked in there. Dad says I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed.
Anyhoo, Lisa walked Tyler back to our place, mum drove the car and dad walked me back along the creek (after getting me out of the cow pen) and back up through our paddock. I was knackered.
We were all (especially Stella) covered in slimy cow poo. It smelt devine. To us. Apparently not so for mum and dad. We heard the word bath and I nearly added to the poo situation. I don't like baths at all. What was I doing to do?
Stella was drownded in the laundry trough and came out smelling like roses. Me, well I don't fit in the trough and I shake and cry if I have a bath so good old mum, dear old mum, she gave me a sponge bath. Ahhhh it felt so good. Warm soapy water, washed all over with a soft sponge. Ooooh I could get to like this. Soon, I too was smelling like roses.
So folks, that was our Monday morning. The rest of the day was spent lazing in the sun. Life is good mates, especially when we're naughty at times!! See ya.
No worries, and slobber, Rory and Stella
