I was in a cheeky mood today, friends. Part of our walky took us along the side of a very posh-looking golf course, and Dad said I had to be
very well behaved and not bark or distract people who were playing golf.
Which makes this golf course the PERFECT spot for a roll in the grass when Dad's back is turned, I think!
Don't you agree?


Dad: was this Pooch's revenge for my refusal to share my cornish pasty lunch with him earlier? ;-)