Got kebab for Sunday lunch, yum 🙂

… His lordship is the softie

Hardly had time to get settled at home when I was dragged off on another holiday. Just a short break this time, but what’s with the walking? Carry on like this I’ll be a jack Russell soon.

I was out with her ladyship yesterday when we got here, apparently to have a quick look round – 2 hours later we got back to the hotel. Got so hot I had to resort to drinking from the horse trough and then stand in the river. Going to suggest she got a bit lost, we got to the top of a hill and she proclaimed she saw the hotel, only when we looked down it was a shear drop so we had to go all the way back we came. Slept well though 🙂

On holiday up north, weather can’t make it’s mind up so raincoat is on and off like a yo-yo. I think her ladyship was optimistic bringing sun cream.
Was dragged on a 5 mile walk yesterday – apparently not possible to find a flat route, up and down. Luckily I got a hours kip half way while they went to the pub. The sensible thing would have been to sleep but she got all excited about giant Yorkshire pudding with vegetarian sausages and gravy (veggie sausages, what’s the point of that then?). Anyway got to the top of the mountain so I was the king of the castle.

We saw a sheep on its knees eating grass, she suggested I could adopt that pose and she could get rid of my feeding stand. Whatever next?

Found a nice watering hole at home for my evening drink.

Me and his lordship are going for DNA tests on Jez Kyles show. Apparently her ladyship suspects me and his nibs are one and the same, she suspects I’m the result of his cloning experiments. Rumour is he was trying to create a clone to do the chores, but made me instead. She says there’s too many similarities: we both like our bed, both take a while to respond to her calls, both not keen on going out in the rain and we both like liver and sausage. Seems obvious to me.

Beach with my coat on, something’s not right here.

Got my pancakes yesterday, filled with liver. I’m not sure why you would want lemon and sugar on a pancake (or chocolate buttons and ice cream – you know who you are!) As I was tucking in, her ladyship was saying I had to give something up for 40 days and suggested denti-sticks – that wasn’t part of the deal!

This pose has been called my sausage face, apparently I make this face every time his lordship opens he fridge door in the hope there’s a sausage in there for me. I thought I was nonchalantly looking up playing it cool, apparently not ..