After the football was over Mum, my sister and brother took me to the oval for a runaround and a mini walk along the summer track.
I got lots of treats and practiced coming when I was called.
Then off to the summer track and I decided to have a little 'furtle'.
Time to head home.
Mum called and oh my gosh, my legs were flying. I really believe my great grandfather or grandmother must have been a greyhound. I was so fast my legs just flew over the ground.
My ears seemed to fly too!
Hope your weekend was fine. I'm very glad to hear from my bloggy friends that they all survived nasty old Irene and she didn't bother them too much.
See ya soon. No worries, and love, Stella