Toys and Weeds

Who would steal toys from someone so cute?

It's been a sad week in my world. Cyd bought me a really cool toy; for puppies really, just brightly coloured rope with a knot in it but chewing ropes is pretty close to cookies in my book. She gave it to me the other night, and I was going to play with it after my dinner. In the morning, Cyd tried to find it while I ate my breakfast and IT WAS GONE! Someone must have stolen it to death while I was sleeping (which is worrying since it means someone was in my room!). Probably a puppy stole it, but not one of mine cos they were in their house, and the neighbour dog doesn't usually come into the field, let alone all the way across the first one into mine. It's a Mystery! But does mean I get new toys.
I did have great fun helping Cyd look though. We played Grandma's Footsteps while we looked because I think I'm sneaky enough to play really good. Turns out I'm not, oh well, we still had fun.

It's been weed pulling week in my field, cos tons of ragwort has sprouted up, which is bad for my belly. I helped by supervising, and offering to push the cart.

S'ok, I got it!

Cyd wasn't best pleased when I pushed it sideways and it fell down! I also assisted by safe guarding Cyd's jumper - in my mouth! Now it's got holes in and I owe her a new one, but I don't have any money (as she should know since she buys my food and my cookies and other things I need). It's not my fault I'm a bouncy baby and require a high volume of entertainment!

Sampling, and deciding against, a tasty stick