Mummy took our run panels down at the weekend, even though it was sunny outside. She said it was just too wet for us, due to the heavy dew, and lack of sun on the grass. I know what she means: the last few times there’s been sun in the sky but not shining where we are. It was okay, but if the grass is wet then I want to stay in my tent. Or the tunnel.
So that’s it for this year. Maybe we’ll get out on the grass in March. Mummy says we do some years, but this year it was cold and wet right through till early May. It’s something to do with climate change changing things around.
I saw Roscoe told you he and Neville had baths. I didn’t have a bath then but I had my tummy washed this week. Just my tummy. I’d got it all sticky during the night. Mummy didn’t ask questions, she just stood me on the side of the big white sink, put water and soap on my tummy and rubbed it so it all went bubbly, and then held me so the water ran over my tummy to wash it clean again. Then she wrapped me in a light towel, and we went and had our normal cuddles.
Apparently Auntie Shirley and Uncle Barry are coming to see us on Tuesday. That’s tomorrow. I expect they’ll look at our teeth too. I like Auntie Shirley and Uncle Barry but I wish they wouldn’t make us show them our back teeth. Mummy says it\s better than having to go to the vet for teeth work. She thinks Biggles may need some work on his. Mine will be perfect, of course.