Squeaky

If you have never owned a squeaky pink rubber pig, you may not understand how much fun it is possible to have with it. I now own one, and mum says she is grateful we are at the summerhouse, or she would go crazy. I can't play with it inside, but we are outside all day anyway. I have named him Squeaky - he has to have a name.

We went for a new walkie today, across the fields that have just been harvested. It was good exercise for both of us. Not as nice as a forest walk, and no berries, but still off road and somewhat more demanding. The city will seem so boring after this great summer.