Daft Days 2024
Boxing day we went out for a walk. We went to Pollock Park. It’s the first time in ages since we have been here. On the way to the maze I saw a hawk that had taken out a pidgin, one less to poo in our garden ahe Da? The ground was mucky Mum was glad I had nasty onesie on.
After a long walk it was good to be back in the nice warm of house. After din dins I was taking it easy, bit of TV then snooze, perfect.
Next day the house was mad. Mum and Dad taking lots of things out to Blue. Mmmm somthings up. When Dad took me out for morning patrol he was in a hurry, barely let me sniff any of my pee mails. Managed to get through a few and left some replies. As soon as we got back I was bundled into Blue and we were offski. After hours and hours Blue pushed through the rain and wind and stopped in the middle of nowhere. Where are we? “We are at Queenshill Poppy. This is our home for the next few days” said Mum. Oh, OK then, Explore?
Home was a wee hut miles from anywhere. Why we here? “To keep you away from nasty fireworks Poppy” said Dad. Mmmm good. Poppys don’t like fireworks. On the way back to hut large birds started to circle. Don’t worry Mum, if they think I’m a ba lamb they are in for a shock, grrrrrrrrrr.
Later Mum and Dad went into a thing called a hot tub. Poppys don’t likes hot tubs. Wet and smelly, yuck. Still I had to protect them. I could here things prowling in the darkness. Sniff sniff sniff sniff. Mmmm deersies. Sniff sniff sniff sniff. Mmmm something else is out there. Grrrrrrrrr.
Protecting Mum and Dad is hard work. Time for a snooze.