Hello everyone,



It's me again, last time I was here I was talking about Christmas and I mentioned going to see Nanny and Grandad later in the holidays, well we had a quiet day after everyone went home, then we packed the car up and went to Margate, that's where nanny and Grandad live. Nanny and Grandad have a bungalow like Mummy and Daddy's (this is a house without stairs, which is great because I'm not allowed up stairs), but nanny and Grandad's bungalow is near the beach!



I'd seen the beach before, but I'd forgotten how much fun it can be, big areas of brown stuff called sand, which comes in soft stuff which gets up your nose and sort explodes when you pounce on it and hard wet stuff which is great for running really fast on. At the end of the sand there are sometimes rocks, but eventually there is always this huge wet bit (Mummy and Daddy call this wet bit the sea). I'm really not keen on the wet bit, I've run through it playing with some friends, but unless there is a reason to be in their why does every one think its fun to get wet all over. I don't even like the rain when it's really heavy. Some doggies just run in and lie down in it! Why! every time I put my paws in there its freezing.



The beach however, is great fun it is full of all sorts of really interesting doggie things to play with, rocks, old shoes, discarded balls, dead fish, you get the idea. the smellier the better for me. Mummy particularly thinks this is horrid, but Daddy doesn't seem to mind too much, which is strange really, as all this excitement and the dead fish particularly can upset my tummy and Daddy does all of the clearing up. He must really love me.



We spent three days at Nanny and Grandad's and I had a lovely time, my favorite moment though was on the first night we were there all Daddy's family came over for dinner they brought with them Oliver who is Daddy's four year old great nephew. Now Oliver is not really very keen on doggies normally, but he seems to like me a lot, you see I can be a little bit picky about my food, particularly if I think there is something better on offer (being something Mummy and Daddy might be eating). I didn't eat my dinner that first night at Nanny and Grandad's as I didn't want to spoil my appetite for any leftovers that may be on offer. However, they are such a hungry mob of people that there wasn't any thing left for me, so they said. I tried sulking but still no tit bits, Oliver however took pity on me and hand fed me my dinner from my bowl.



Firstly Oliver was putting the pieces on the floor in front of me, but as we both got used to the idea he was handing me the bits and I was taking them from his fingers, much more dignified than having to stick my nose in the bowl and help myself, you see I was born to be pampered. After dinner I went into the hall where my bed was and laid down quietly, but I couldn't go off to sleep because of all the noise coming from the dining room, but my friend Oliver came to my rescue again, seeing I was tucked up in my bed he assumed that I was waiting for a story before I went to sleepies, so he went and got one of his favorite books and read me a story. Now Nanny has since told me that Oliver can't read, but he sat along side my bed cross legged with his book and told me a story that made perfect sense to me, he was turning the pages and everything, so I'm not convinced that Nanny has got that not reading bit right. Anyway it worked because I drifted off to sleep while he was still telling me the story.

We had a lovely few days at Margate, then on New Years Eve we all packed the car up again and went of to see Gary Sharron and Boris! in Cambridge for a few days, you remember Boris he's my Hunky doggie friend. Sorry no pictures this time, but we will have some from the trip to see Boris, he taught me how to ditch jump. Really exciting.

Write again soon, lots of love.

Becka x