holidays

My owners (aka mum and dad) are off on their holidays. Fiona and John are coming to look after us, this usually means long walks, staying out late at night and generally heaps of fun. However, it also means no access to the computer. It is almost a year since I started writing this blog, and I have enjoyed doing it but I want to spend more time doing my own thing, getting lost and bullying rabbits. I have learnt a lot in the last year, not every day is my birthday and I don't always get the presents I deserve. I can now count up to 420. Also the number of people with the time to visit my blog is getting very small. I will probably post a few pictures of autumn in deepest Cornwall next month but then I plan to say farewell, adieu to all my fans and lurch off into the future.

I may make a year book of all the pages and put it on a CD available on request, or I may not!

lots of logs and kisses

Spot

Admin note:- Spot may be confusing fans with fan.

with lots of logs and kisses

...and in celebration we got together for this little montage to say thank you and keep up the good walking and feeding. 

autumn

...we know what's coming even though it is still very warm and humid. Mum was 420 years old today, but she is still full of the joys of Spring. 

more fungi

these fungi look like fried eggs but are best not eaten by dogs. 

brotherly love

.... on a happier note, I suppose sisters aren't so bad. 

road rage

Killed by contingency, run over today on this quietest of quiet country lanes, by someone on the school run or going to the hairdressers, or the golf club, or the pub. Tail degloved. It is ironic that you have banned hunting and yet continue to mow down tens of thousands of small mammals and birds on the roads. Vermin, of course. Like badgers. Wipe them all out and return the country side to cattle and maize as it should be, in acres of grass desert. And keep the speed limits at 60 mph.