What a weekend! It stormed all day Saturday and we couldn’t’s do nuttin. But Sunday proved to be very much beautimous. And da previous rain made fur some great, soft, supple soil. Ya’ll know what that means: DIGGING!
Hey, I think I sees some of my bloggie furiends down here. Is that you Twink?
Even Miss Whitney joined in on da fun...weird, I know. This was when mum got all choked up watching Whitney dig. I don't think her knew what she was doing but I'll teach her in my spare time.
Now Albert doesn't usually lets anybuddy see him digs but he has da dirt written all overs his nose.
By da way, Mum doesn't mind if we's dig. Her says it keeps us in shape and burns much calories, it keeps us occupied an outs of trubles (evil laugh again). Howevers, Mr. Dad forbides it. Ha! When he's at work...da doxies will play. Besides he shoulds really watch where he walks anyway. I can'ts help it cuz he almost broke his ankle stepping in a hole.