It was a beautiful day and Mummy thought it’ll be nice to go see some friends at Primrose Hill.
Hi Rusty! Looks like you’ve been to the groomers. That’s quite a hairdo!
Hello Martine!
Hello Rusty’s grandaddy! George got to sit on his lap. I’m a little too big.
We went to have some tea – I didn’t realise how much Rusty likes tea.
The only thing he has yet to learn to do is to hold his own cup!
And see who else came along – Lucca and his family.
We stopped for some falafel – can we have some, Martine?
Well, Mummy sure is popular with falafel in hand.
Well, we didn’t get any. But we all went for our walk – the humans had to walk off their falafel.
We walked to the top of Primrose Hill – it sure was crowded.
People were there to look at the London skyline – and we were looking at what they might have left on the ground.
Looking, looking …
Still looking …
Hey! It’s Bonnie with bags full of doggy treats!
You could have tuned up come sooner – we wouldn’t have to scrounge around those feet.
Oh, and there’s Poppy whom we met the other day at Rusty’s party. She’s all spruced up.
Soon it was time to go back to south London. We all had pretty good recall even though Mummy wasn’t letting George off the lead. But these two … deep in conversation –
the worst recall!!!
Again the sun was already setting. It’s getting dark sooner and sooner – which doesn’t leave us much time in the day to run in the park.
Even then I looked longingly as we drove through Hyde Park.
