Bertie: On the weekend we went for a long long walk along the river. We took Sasha with us, because we are nice like that. (And we had no choice)
Oliver: I saw ducks, but I wasn't allowed to run down the bank into the river to get them.
Bertie: And just when we were getting a bit tired, we arrived at the Collingwood Children's Farm. At first it seemed pretty good. There were some fruit trees which had dropped some of their fruit.
Oliver: Which was very nice of them because I was hungry after not eating those ducks.
Bertie: And then we went past the veggie patch and around the bend and... it was magical, it was beautiful, it was -
Oliver: Huge piles of the Biggest Poop I've ever seen!!!!
Bertie: It was amazing.
Oliver: And I filled up on fruit! If I'd known there was going to be exotic poop...
Bertie: Ok, you're probably grossing people out. And we weren't actually there to admire the poop. We were there to meet and greet some hoofed individuals.
ooh, cow...
ooh goat...
ooh horse...
oh, my!
Bertie: All that nature was a bit much. We went home the urban jungle way.
Bertie: Sasha-saurus came to stay for a couple days. I survived.
Oliver: I think it was harder on me.
Bertie: Yeah right. She seemed to spend a lot of time watching me.
Bertie: She got closer...
Bertie: She doesn't quite know the meaning of personal space.
Oliver: I second that. In your face is my spot.
Oliver: That Sasha came around again.
Bertie: She has too much energy. She bit me on the leg.
Oliver: She got me by the beard!
Bertie: Ok, you win.
Oliver: And she's so fast, I barely see her before she strikes.
Bertie: Asleep; she is Mild Mannered Puppy. Awake; she is the Biting Blur.
Oliver: I remember when I could move fast enough to be a Blur...
Bertie: We had a small birthday party celebration on Sunday, which I had to share with you.
Oliver: You mean I'm not getting another party on my birthday? I was counting on another cake.
Bertie: You were born on Christmas Day. Everyone will be busy.
Oliver: I don't need the party. They can just leave the cake.
Bertie: ANYWAY, we got Happy Birthday Cookies from Sasha, and the most boot-iful cake.
Oliver: Yummers!
Bertie: And the cake was extra yummers. But we didn't blow out the candles, because beards and naked flames don't mix.
Bertie: The cake was turkey mince and vegetables, with mashed potato frosting.
Oliver: I did like that frosting.
Bertie: So Elizabeth did a very rude thing. She thought we were so cute she decided to get a puppy of her own.
Oliver: I don't know why she just couldn't save up her pats and huggers for us.
Bertie: Oh, we'll still get those, but now she gets puppy snuggles whenever she wants, rather than waiting until she sees us.
Oliver: I'm not sure about this.
Bertie: Well, we had a party for her on Sunday, and everyone paid us a lot of attention, but Sasha still got most of it.
Oliver: I repeat, I'm not sure about this.
Bertie: Now you know how I feel. This is like you arriving all over again.
Oliver: Except I liked it when I arrived.
Bertie: Anyway, she's very small at the moment and not very interesting.
Oliver: I find her fascinating. Was I ever that small?
Bertie: Yep. And just as annoying. But another schnauzer came which was mucho fun. Her name is Gertie and she can do cool tricks. I hope we get to see her again soon. (Maybe she can teach me that Wonder Twins trick - I'm going to need all the tricks I can get to compete with Sasha)
Here we all are on the couch...
Bertie: And when it was all over we had dinner together.
Oliver: Oh yes. And Sasha Greedy Guts tried to eat my dinner after she finished hers! I growled so hard, no one gets my dinner!
