I had a great weekend, Mummy and Daddy took me to the beach, well Daddy technically took me as he drove, Mummy just sat there looking pretty. Anyway, we went to Fraisthorpe beach on the East Coast. Apparently it used to be a nudist beach (hence the THIS IS NOT A NATURIST BEACH signs at the car park) but I was completely without a jacket and they never asked me to cover up, I suppose I did have my collar on though...
I love being at the beach, I enjoy the feeling of sand in between my paws and more recently I've been enjoying paddling, which came as a surprise to me as I've always been afraid of the water. I now happily trot into the water and get my paws wet. Mummy and Daddy had their socks and shoes off and were paddling too. We walked all the way up the beach in the lovely sunshine.
Browsing the internet for my daily doggy news fix I found this story and I can't help thinking this dog could do with one of the woolly jumpers my mummy made me, or a wax-cotton jacket just like the one I have. Either way it could do with something, I'm so lucky to be so handsome. Either way I do hop E.T. finds a home soon. And gets a jumper.
I've been to Cornwall, I'd never been before. The weather has been awful here in the UK so we went somewhere where there was a chance I'd be able to get a teeny bit of a sun tan.
This is me on the beach at Panzance, in the background you can see St Michael's Mount. I wasn't allowed there as Cornwall beaches are very anti-dog.
You can only go on most beaches after 7 which is why this picture is quite dark. Luckily we did find a beautiful beach in Hayle I was allowed to run on, here's me having fun with my Daddy.
We ran around and jumped in the waves (which are now no longer scary) and I watched the sunset.I had a lovely holiday but as you can see it was very tiring. This is how I spent my journey 400 miles North to home:
Dudley is an 8 (ish) year old Greyhound Saluki Lurcher. He spent the first months of his life in a shed, fighting other dogs for food. When he was found he was drastically underweight, covered in scars and had a seriously bad case of worms.
During his first day alone in his new home he opened the fridge, stole all the food and ruined the kitchen.
Six years on he now goes everywhere with his owners, he's the perfect weight and is spoiled rotten. This blog will show you the various adventures in the life of Dudley Doo the amazing singing Lurcher.
Dudley welcomes comments and is on the look out for any friends (he's also quite keen on finding a girlfriend!)