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Blanket walking

Mum took her green trolley thing for lots of walks today. She's working really hard at building that rabbit house down the garden - lots of pulled-up plants (Why does she do that? Aren't they meant to grow in the ground?), several branches off trees (trees surely need branches, where would the pigeons sit to coo witlessly at each other if Mum got overenthusiastic with her loppers?); and some shrivelled flowers (definitely past their best, obviously hadn't been looking after themselves; flowers just don't show enough interest in food - shrivelling will never happen to me!)

Anyway, following Mum and her green trolley up and down the garden got pretty boring after a (short) while and I decided to take my blankie for a walk. Someone had left it up the garden, a bit carelessly, I thought, so I rescued it (tidied it up, Mum!) and took it for a walk.




And then, I worried it a bit. It had become a trifle over confident venturing up the garden all on its own and needed to be taught a lesson.




It finally succumbed to my superior strength and tremendous tossing abilities and I settled down to a jolly fine chew, while Mum took her trolley thing up the garden many, many, many times more.



Wish I didn't look so puppy-faced in this picture. I'm a big boy now.

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