Day Twelve - a dull day broken by moments of mishap

Today's weather: overcast then drizzle

Another tedious day through farmland. I decided I would spend most of the day in my carrier as I was bored. Daddy said only boring dogs get bored. I'm not allowed to repeat what I said to back to him.

The 'highlight' of my morning was Daddy picking out burrs from my fur like they were nits - how dare he, what if someone saw and got the wrong idea?

Just to be clear, I've never had nits, unlike Daddy when he was a pup.

I then had a carry in my harness to save my paws from the rough ground which felt a bit like flying - a small amount of adventure!

But this little thrill was nothing compared to what happened next... Daddy fell off a little bridge Into a stream.

Luckily only Daddy's pride was hurt.

Things didn't improve when we got lost in a wood. We ended up at a National Trust property and a kind lady put us back on track.

Here's me with an old ruin. The building in the background is Mount Grace Priory.

In an effort to jolly us up a bit Daddy did some pop dancing (that's what he and Mummy call dancing to modern music!) - luckily no one was around to witness this.