The Start of Day Five

Ellie here to give an update, wouldn't want Gemma speak for me simply because she's the eldest. On Sunday we had a lovely walk complimented by a dip in the river, you've guessed it, Morg allowed us off our leads, which was fantastic. She said it was because the field was enclosed, the company of the Young Mistresses ensured numbers should we decide to be naughty. We were very, very good, running back and forth.

Gemma did think it was fun, rolling in at appeared to be the remains of a dead bat, I had a little roll too but frankly, Eau de Bat is over rated in my opinion. After a while, we had to go on leads as the route taken went near a road. An amble down a lane took us eventually to a muddy path at the side of the fast flowing river. From there we were going to cut across a field on what the humans call 'a public footpath'. We were let off our leads again but put back on them pretty smartish when those rather dim woolly creatures were spotted at the top end of the field.

Backtracking, we met a young Labrador boy, I understand he is about eight months old but has no manners at all. The nerve of him, barking, growling, lunging on his lead! Anyway, we continued on our way, enjoy the small obstacle of a style to clamber. We went underneath a road, which led us to the Brookhouse Mill where we nipped down to the river bank and I pointed at the ducks swimming but neither Morg nor the Young Mistresses seemed to want to make them stop quacking.

No you're wrong, we didn't go into the river until we were almost home and ahem, getting in was a bit of a fluke. One of the Young Mistresses threw a toy for us to retrieve and yes, you've guessed it went in. For some time, whilst the Young Mistress did the fetching, Gemma and me merely watched but couldn't resist for long, in we went, bliss. Gemma did show off a little, leaping from side to side. Anyone passing by would have thought we'd had a good time, wet, gloriously muddy and ready for our beds once we had been cleaned up somewhat, hard life eh ;)

After our morning run yesterday, we helped Morg in the garden, seemingly Morg was doing 'chores', sadly not letting me play with her fabulously sexy heavy duty gloves. I got my own back later though, silly woman had left her wellies outside so I hid one, tee hee. Oh I almost forgot to admit, when caught in the act of playfulness, I put on a pretty good impression of looking guilty. When I was caught crunching the watering can rose, I was quite convincing maybe an Oscar for me?

Morg is adjusting our feeding times as during the night, a couple of accidents have occurred. Our new pack leader is firm but fair, wanting us to feel secure in our new home. We watch her hands and will sit with one of her signals, I say sit but Gemma sits, then sinks down at Morg's feet, obviously ingratiating herself.

I think that's us up to date for now, anyway, tis time for walking sooooo toodle pip