Toothy Time

 Me Bob here again.

It's that time of year when we have our toothys sorted. We used to have a lovely man Toothy Tom but he went and retired. Very inconsiderate of him. But we now have a lovely lovely lady called Sophie. I don't even need to be held I just stand there and let her do her thing. It gets a bit boring but I do get mint sweeties when she's finished so I can cope with the boredom. 

We had a family walk through our field. Now as anyone who has been in the uk this winter will know it's been wet. Wet, wet, wet. Wetness means mud. Humans don't like mud but this family had 3 little girls with them who found a nice muddy patch to play in. They had so much fun. I think the grown up humans should embrace the mud too.

Our youngest Grandfoal Kyle has been nagging human to take him running with her. So she did, along with the mini wolf of course. When they got back he was saying how easy that distance was so a discussion started about running distances. "When we've done a full marathon....." he said. Human about passed out. Bit beyond her methinks.