Oh my fluffy gosh – me has had the nicest of days yesterday.
Me doesn’t have that many friends as some pooches just bark and growl at me for reasons me little brain doesn’t understand.
The friends me does have tend to be rescue pooches like me – they come from the same country place that dad got me from. Milo isn’t though and Bear isn’t – Bear is posh as he is something called a pedigree; Milo came from some travellers – me don’t know what either of those things mean though?
Me bestest bestest buddy is Fallon. She’s a foreign import like me and is a couple of months older. Slightly bigger and definitely longer fur. Me luved Fallon when me first met her at the me sized play meets in our village.
Fallon came to our house for a visit and me has been to her house for a visit.
Me thought the day was just going to be a normal Marcus and dad day – no building hoomans or anything else. What me didn’t know is that Fallon’s hoomans were taking the little hoomans out for the day to a place that pooches couldn’t go. Dad was asked if he would mind having Fallon for the day.
Fallon was here all day. We played, we wrestled, we chilled, we ran, we got the carpet muddy, we chewed the same bone – we just had the bestest of days. There was lots of mutual respect and space awareness – dunno what that means but me thinks it was good.
We ran through the house, around the garden and we played hide and seek in the bushes.
Best thing is we decided to wrestle and play on dad whilst he was sitting on the sofa. Dad didn’t mind as he could see me was so happy and having fun.
Me is soo lucky to have pooch friends and even luckier that dad lets them play here. Dad said me was so quiet and chilled yesterday evening – playing is so much fun but it makes me very sleepy.
Luved up happy wuufffs
Marcus and dad 