Time flies when you're having fun. I haven't posted anything for aaaages and I have so much catching up to do on my friend's blogs. I'll get there soon, I promise!
Sometimes I seem like such a big grown up girl now.
And sometimes I regress. When I'm really acting the goat I seem to look months younger.
I've been hard at work on ways to drive my parents mad. First, I let myself out of the garden into the paddock, climbed over a wall and crossed one neighbour's garden through to the next - where I walked into their house and promptly stuck my tongue in the ear of lady who was sitting on the floor with her baby. Bold as brass.
Then I went to the pub all by myself. I left dad walking down the canal towpath, shot off down the steps and across two car parks, and only hesitated when I found another dog in the pub garden. Besides, I didn't have any money to be a boozehound.
I've chased the cat a few times, wallowed in the wildlife pond at the bottom of the orchard and even found a hole in the orchard fence to take off and sneak a peek at the chicken coop in the next field. Oh, and I tried to do a huge poo in the middle of the Argos store, only mum started running as soon as she saw me squat so most of it happened out on the high street pavement. I blame the carrots I ate on that one.
I'm a bit of a handful. but I'm not losing sleep over it.