toyz

this evening herself and i went to the beach. this was rather sudden. my boy was fixating on the purchase of a cap gun, which even i could see was a silly idea given dave the puppy's tender years. yesterday my boy drove both peeps to distraction with the cap gun thing so today herself tried to head him off by saying she was going to sit in the car outside the house to do some laptopping (we have wireless internet so the laptop would still work, although the neighbours might have thought it a trifle odd). in the end, as i had not stretched my legs all day, we went to the beach in something of a gale instead.

when we got back we came across mrs rokit coming out of her house. it did not take much to persuade mrs rokit and the rokettes to come and meet dave. they miss young rokit badly, although he seems very happy in his new career as a fashion model. here you can see him on a rather fancy bespoke dog bed.

they brought round a wonderful toy! it is a rubber bone with a very loud squeaker. i love squeaky toys! i have rather blotted my copy book on the toy front and it is very hard persuading the peeps that i have seen the error of my ways in terms of eating the squeakers out of toys within the first 5 minutes. but the new bone appears to be indestructible. while dave was otherwise engaged cuddling the rokettes i put the squeaky bone through its paces. it is wild! admittedly the peeps had a job making themselves heard above the squeaking...

when dave had tired of being cuddled he caused a diversion and ran off with the squeaky bone with me in hot pursuit. i have to say he is already displaying some decidedly crafty lurcherish tendencies. no sooner had he seen me on his tail than he shot under the sofa. here you can see me trying to persuade him to come out.

when he finally did come out himself rather unsportingly removed the squeaky bone, as it was drowning out the commentary on the footie. so dave and i had to make do with the jingly rubber ball. he soon tired of this and climbed into my bed. i am going to have to have words with him about this.

luckily at night dave has to be locked into his cage. the night-time wailing is abating a bit. last night i was put on story-telling duty after my boy had told dave a story about merlock coastrunners and river poor gnolls. there was also a little tale about the scarlet crusade in the land of the undead. my bed was put by dave's cage and i regaled him with details of the day i caught the big deer. i hope the poor little chap doesn't have nightmares after all the blood and gore...