It's me - Moss

Hiya, it's Moss here.

I noticed there has been a distinct lack of blogginess happenings by herself so I thought I would put paw to keyboard and wuffle a story or two.

Herself does a fair bit of painting type 'stuff' and when she does, I have the essential job of lying on her feet or sleeping up against the back of her chair.

When she is not painting, she does something I used to be terrified of.... GARDENING.  I am still not too sure about certain SCARY things, but I have braved up a bit...actually quite a lot!

Once upon a time my heart would stop at the sight of welly-boots, I would quiver in fear if any spades or rakes were picked up and I would hide myself when a wheelbarrow came out to play.

Now, I am still wary but I have seemed to have grown a (slightly) thicker skin. I've had to - I go 'hard core gardening' once weekly when herself volunteers in the walled garden.

I've been three times and last week was my bestest day so far!

The sun shone on my fur and I was happy playing. 

I sunbathed on the recently mown grass,

it smelt just like hay

My fur smelt so sweet! 

Now, I strangely find weeding rather good fun.

Each time she pulls one up...it might...just...be...a...ball..

which she just might..throw...for...me

oh the anticipation

and excitement!

Oh - it was just a weed.

No wait...she's going pick up a ball!!

And if she just does not get the hint - 

I get my favourite toy and drop it at her feet when she stops for a brew 

(I usually insist on a biscuit then too!)

I have happily discovered that if I drop my ball into the water trough

I get to have a sneaky swim!

Bliss.

She says it is therapy 

(not sure whether I can eat that or play fetch with it)

for both of us

if we garden each week.

What ever it is -

I think I like it.

Woof!

(Just hope she doesn't use the hammer 

or make a loud noise, I might have to hide)