Bears and backstroke

That damn puppy is never where it should be for the morning routine ejecting TOWFM from his bed and nor is the lady bird. Just look – this morning I had to wrestle with a BEAR (but this one wasn’t actually, it had a yellow jumper on)….well it was either that or the pile of magazines so I settled for the bear until TOWFM said very loudly to put sell-a-steam down (no Tara, it’s called Celestine). Anyway, I’m NOT taking the blame for the fact that it needs some cardio-thoracic surgery – there was a rip there BEFORE I picked it up.
I’m finding doj-walks a bit trying at the moment as I have to walk in straight lines in the field on the other side of the brook. The blackandwhitemooeypooeythings have gone (but are still in the field next door and need a good stegging to get them put of the way) and it’s now rows upon rows of something or other which I occasionally disarray (damned spellchecker never comes up with the white road) into and get lost. Then, the only stick at the fimming hole was so big I nearly had to do backstroke to turn with it and then was so low in the water I needed a bilge pump to get afloat again. Still good fun though dropping the stick at the edge of the brook just out of TOWFM’s reach.
Had to do extra noisy squeaky-ball-and-plashtic-bottle-crunkling for my post M playtime this week as They just don’t realise that it’s ME who should be the centre of attention at that time of day not that black-thing-on-a-wobbly-trolley. I don’t get that kind of treatment form the old-people-i-grant-an-audience-to-on-fridays.
Rumour has it TOWFM's indiot-expodishun-fun-draisingdisco need a doj so i'm signing up (that's a DJ not a doj, Tara - blogassistant #2) so i can do my 'i'm too lazy for my punj, for my punj' (with apologies to Right Said Fred - blogassistant #2)...........