July
Keep thinking about this strange obsession mum has about my poo. I know us dogs like a good sniff, but she puts it in a bag and holds it for ages. She usually gets bored with it after a while and drops it in a bin. But sometimes she even takes it in the car with us after a walk. I know I have to eliminate, but that's no reason to make the car smell. Humans are so strange.
June
Knole Park, Sevenoaks. Bit hot for walking really, but lots to watch from a shady lookout spot under a tree. Had to stay on lead which was a little unfair, I'd have given the deer a headstart (honestly...possibly); but mum mentioned something about 'Fenton' and how embarrassing it would be. Plenty of deer poo to sniff. Met a handsome black lab, thin and muscly, and all dog (if you know what I mean). I did a bit of flirting, and he weed on a tree, so all good.
Chartwell. I'd been looking forward to going as it's famous for bulldogs and cats. Did see a cat in the end, a big fluffy black one. Maybe he'd taken over from the ginger one? I could have said hello (chased him) but mum said I just had to watch. Plenty of dogs, but no bulldogs. We shared a pastry. Wasn't allowed to talk to (chase) the black swans. You win some you lose some.