Now you see it ...

The Madwoman is constantly

hiding our toys while we are out on walks.

We then have to spend a lot of time hunting through tufty patches of grass

if we want to be reunited with them.

We're pretty good at the search-and-rescue on the whole ...

Found my ball!

 

Found Bunny!

But we thought it was time to teach the Madwoman just how annoying

this habit of hiding our stuff is.

So today, instead of waiting for her to hide our toys, we hid them ourselves instead.

 

Yeah, Bunny and Mr. Squeaky Ball are in there somewhere.

Find them? Us? Well, we're a bit busy right now.

We suggest you get your nose down and start sniffing ...

Delicious

Why on earth would anyone want to find a chocolate on their pillow,

instead of one of these?

Another one of life's great mysteries.

Pants!

We braved the rain and the cold yesterday to go for a walk at the

Chiltern Open Air Museum, where the Madwoman had promised that we would

 see the women's immense pants inflation.

Pffft.

No sign of any pants, large or small, let alone

any being inflated.

Just a load of campaigners for Votes for Women.

We're thinking of running a campaign of our own.

'Immense gravy bones for whippets' has a good ring to it.

We reckon that will get a much bigger turnout than blowing up a load of knickers. 

Safety precautions

Always look left ...



...and then look right ...

... and only then, if you cannot see any trolls at all

is it safe to cross Troll Bridge ...

Vrooooooooooom!

More gravity defying

running-at-right-angles as

Angel practises her whistle recall.

At least the Madwoman managed to hold the liver bread treats the right way round...

 

Footloose ...

New boots.

First person to laugh will join the Easter Bunny and Hissing Sid

in the dungeon of Whippet Towers ...