Thursday, 19 April 2018
First hot day of the year
Me and Brae were waiting in the car for everybody to turn up. Brae couldn't help letting out a little BORK, I just did a blep.
After the first hill, we was happy to find a pond in the sky.
Brae finked you would like to see his belly - not sure if even him knows where that is...!
I is not flaked out, I is just doin an enjoy with my white fur and soft grass
This is the famous Beachy Head - just anuvver hill to me and Brae.
nonetheless, we both enjoy the view
We is always at the back cos dad keeps doin a stop to take the piccies. It takes about half a flippin mile to catch up again, specially when you are walking at Braes pace.
This is a charming picture of mine Floopy. one is for listenin backwards, the other is for listenin sidewards.
The cloud crashed into the cliff and burst all its droplets over the grass.
Me and Brae is doin a contemplate - we is contemplating whether we can be arsed to walk up anuvver hill
Ahh... a light stack - hold the phone.... some dogsbody has eated all the food.
We is havin a cruise through the abandoned samich boxes.
Don't look at Braes fat-belly-gut-bucket, look at the Lifeguards cottages behind - this is after all a cultural blog.
The lonely walk through Friston Forest gives Brae the chance to ponder a while. Brae is finkin what ponder means.
We walked in a clockwise motion cos we didn't want to go back in time.
Monday, 12 March 2018
Botany Bay and Kingsgate Bay
This is our mum.....nuff said
Brae said he didn't want to sit still for this picture..........so he didn't..!!
Castle behind us was built in the 1760's - Brae doesn't give a monkeys cos he doesn't remember that far back
Dad said 'DAMMIT Brae .......will you sit still for just one moment'
This me being one of Mrs White Hens chicks
Brae said he was off to collect some sand in his underbelly (which is very close to the ground)
I finded an interestin lump of rock that had probably been wee'd on by every dog in the neighbourhood
Brae is resistin the temptation to do a heckin run off - steady boi...
This was dads favourite view. Probably because it was from the pub garden.
I don't know what this hole is called.
We did a bit of wunnin about in the sea.
One of these is mum with her Mothers Day happy face on - the other one is a big fluffy bum.
Because it is a special day. we are keeping mum company.....but not for long. Ready, Set, Leggit-lill
There is lots of slippery sea-weeds growing over the rocks. I did do Brae a frighten by tellin him that them sneaksy pelicans live in the weed and would gobble him up iffin he strayed from the path. He cried like a boo-baby and ran to shore
Brae is keeping an eye out for them pesky Pelicans
You has got to have wide apart eyeses for this picture..
Mum is guarding this hole
Hold the phone..... haven't I sniffed this rock before...............nah..... its got a different whiff about it
Wednesday, 7 March 2018
Big walks every 6 weeks
We left Southborough in the snow. Brae gettid cross, cos he is rubbish at playin hidey-seek in the snow
Brae really, really, REALLY, REALLY, really, really luvs the snow. He has got his bestest cheesy grin on him face
We was tracking the abdominal snow man or somefink - Dad said it was up here somewhere so Brae put his scaredy pants on.
Huzzzar - its me tasting the air wiv my tung
We did a trip-trapety-trip over this Ogre's bridge - the little doggy wiv the coat on must have got eated by the ogre cos we never spied it again.
Huzzar... its me again..................erm.........................tasting the air wiv...................erm ......................my tung.. (dammit, I fink I said that once already)
We is dirty little mongrels (well Brae is), I is a dirty little purebreed.
Check out my tidy butt....
That's it - worn out for anuvver day.
We might have walked a little something like this.
Monday, 5 March 2018
This blog needs no words to explain what's going on here
Here we is with the peoples that we own
Let the Borkathon commence
I did find the pool of plentifulness
Brae is collecting an extra pattern for his Snoot
Gregory and Gizmo are as cool as cucumbers - Gus is an norty boi
Hump the imposter everydogsbody.
Dad was bamboozled by how different we all look
We would like some sugar in our teas please.
I finded a bum that neaded an snoofer stuck in it.
Yay - Samoyed Friends
All I know is, that the geezer with the hat on is ours dad
Beautiful Brae - wanderin around finking about sossages
Brae is gonna do a Burp!