Boomerang Bone

Linus has his comfort blanket, I have Boomerang Bone. Master keeps throwing it out into the garden, but I just keep bringing it back. He will tire first!
Here I am reading the Economist, and Master is teasing me because I need my comfort bone! So unfair. I need BB to help me concentrate, the Economist is quite hard to grasp!

Hard at Work

I do love being involved with sales meetings.
Ray White Beecroft's executive committee hard at work (that's me, second on the left, by the boss).

Burying the Bone

They are renovating our kitchen at home, so I have to spend all day in the office.

Actually it's fun, I meet lots of new people (most of whom like dogs). Officially I get chicken wings for breakfast, but I prefer to bury them under my blue blanket and look hungry, so they feed me more interesting things like toast with cheese and vegemite.

Planking

You have to love this new craze!

Off Leash Dog Parks - Ryde Council's Trial

Epping Park must be my favourite place in all the world - other than mom's bed.

Nothing beats mom's bed!

Off Leash Dog Parks - Ryde Council's Trial

Ryde Council has postponed the debate on off leash parks until 8 June. Please make sure you tell them how much we dogs love those parks!

This is me at Epping, but I have been to several other local off leash parks and love them all.

Rosie stayed for the weekend

Mom belongs to Don't Fret Pets, a dog minding business, and last weekend a shaggy dog called Rosie came to stay. Such fun, she is a terror, eating or chewing anything in reach, exactly as the owners had told us that she would do. I'm not sure mom was too impressed. We had such fun running through the garden, tossing plants left and right, but mom wasn't happy about the mud on Rosie's feet after that. Such big feet for an average size dog! I really liked Rosie, and I am looking forward to Easter when she is coming to see me again. She got a bit above her station, claiming my bed for herself! A bit rude for a guest. I didn't mind, I was allowed to sleep on mom's bed, and mom wouldn't let Rosie up on it because of her big muddy feet.

I hid that bone somewhere!

Honest, dad, that bone is under this cushion! Can you help me look?

Interesting construction, this carpet

What's the best excuse, I wonder? "I was bored"? or maybe "I thought I had buried my bone under here"? No, the hell with it, I will just look guilty and wait for him to laugh.

My New Lookout Post!

My mom has started leaving the curtain in the front lounge open, so at last I have something to do all day, watching all the exciting things that happen out on the street.

My New Friend Rosie

We are enrolled with DontFretPets, the doggy boarding people, as a 'minder', and we have been asked to look after someone's dog over Easter. They came round to visit, and I really like her!

We played furiously at first, then settled down to share my many bones, and I only barked at her once when she tried to take my favourite oldest bone off red rug.

She's still a bit young, and as you can see a bit of a handful and not easy to photograph! Anyway, this is her, everyone meet Rosie!

Sharon Aldrick, Ray White Beecroft's professional photographer, took this pic of me, and Mom had it put on a teeshirt for Master to wear while he was away on holiday, so he wouldn't forget me.

Another Binzi!

Mom and dad went on holiday to Vanuatu, without me! While there they sponsored a hawksbill turtle, apparently they are endangered. They are calling it after me, which was rather nice of them.