The parents took us away for a weekend to grampa's. He lives in a nice seaside town called West Kirby on the Wirral. It's got a great beach!Maisie hadn't seen as much sand as that all in one place before. She ran and ran until she leapt into what she thought was a puddle and landed up to her ears in sea water. Didn't faze her one bit!! Well they say that where there is no sense there's no feeling, heh heh.
Good thing it was a hot day and she dried out fast!
Back at the homestead we are still trying to train the parents but boy are they thick sometimes.
They fail to grasp that a small extra walk during the morning (more for their benefit than ours) doesn't mean that the evening walk should be cancelled.
A routine should be cast in stone, but they just don't 'get it'.
Can you see how depressed I am? On a lighter note, Maisie says she heard we are going down to London soon to celebrate daddies 50th birthday. We get to stay at Grandmas in Romford and (hopefully get spoilt rotten by all the rellies there).

I hate it when she smiles in that horribly human way...gives me the creeps!
She gets extra cuddles from the parents too for trying to be cute ... girls huh!
Will you take a look at that hussy!

Bye for now,
love Chester xx












