Beach Boy (and the day I saved my dad's life)

Hello there my super-troupe of fur-pals!!

I am so happy to have made such a pawsome new group of friends, and many of them are all the way on the other side of the world!!

But as you all know, I live Down Under in Australia, and I must admit that sometimes I get a bit jealous when I see photos of my blog friends playing in snow, meeting strange animals, or getting one of those delicious looking Chewy boxes that seem to be everywhere... (Come on Mr Postman, surely you can get one of those over the ocean to me?!)

Thankfully though I'm a glass half-full kind of guy, and I do know how to appreciate what I have (unless one of my friends has a larger treat than me - that means war).

Ignore those other guys... give me the treats

And one thing I do appreciate, is how close we are to the beach!

Just a short walk from home and I can be digging in the sands, snorkelling in the shallows, and sniffing through the seaweed and seashells!!

A true blue beach boy

If I'm not digging or sniffing, you'll find me being a super intrepid little guy, clambering over the rocks even when mum doesn't want me to...

Get the lead off me mum, I only fell off the rocks once before...

In fact I love the beach so much I will even go there when it's windy -

So windy... can't control my beard....

And when I have a friend come and visit, it's the first place we'll go!

 Stick with me fur-friend, I'll show you the best spots....

So when mum suggested we go for a beach date the other day, I couldn't get her out the door fast enough!!

If you don't hurry up mum I'll drag you there....

The adventure started off brilliantly:

I stalked seagulls...

Get out of here you pesky birds...

I dug in the sands...

Look at that sandy nose!!

And I kept a watch on the ocean - from a safe distance of course...

Hmmm... looks choppy out there...best I stay on dry land...

But then the day took a dramatic turn.

I was happily running along the beach, when I noticed something that made my heart stop!

My papa was stranded miles out... in the middle of all that deep water!!

How did he get stuck out there??!

I spotted him straight away, and I knew at once that he needed my help.

What could I do?

I had no choice but to get him out.

Now I'll be the first to admit, when you're built like a brick with short and stumpy little limbs, swimming doesn't come naturally...

No..this doesn't look like a great idea...

But I had no option but to be brave -

So I mustered all my courage, and took on the waves.

Don't worry papa... I'm a-coming!

As you can see, I worked my hardest.. taking on the huge waves which were lapping up around my tummy... and racing up and down the shoreline to shepherd my papa back to safety.

It was exhausting - but finally, finally I managed to get him out!

Wet, tired, but relieved...

And (even though he insisted he'd just been for a "swim") I could tell that papa was so grateful I'd saved his life - 

Yes, you should be hugging me. I'm a hero.

All in all, it was an exhausting day...

And I have no doubt there's a bravery medal on its way to me very soon.

Yes. That does suit me.

Until next time!

"...because there's nothing minor about being a Morris..."

Spring Time!

Hello my favourite fur-pals!!

Good news... Spring is finally here!!

Well actually, I'm not entirely sure what this means, but mum seems excited.. so naturally I am too..

So excited... using fur-friend as a ladder!

Here are some things that mum has taught me about Spring:

First up, Spring means SUN!!! 

Sunshine, warmth, and did I mention sunshine?! Oh I do love sunshine...

It's sunny - just like my personality (when I'm not hungry...or tired...or any other time really...)

More sun means longer days, extra times for walks, and of course - more time to get out and play with friends!

He might be bigger than me... but he's no match for my Springy personality!

Spring also means it's okay to flounce around like a newborn lamb!

Oh wow, that is one tasty - urgh, I mean happy - looking guy... *licks lips*

And while I'm no lamb, I do enjoy a bit of flouncing...

Take that lamb! I can out-flounce the best of them! 

Best of all, Spring is the time to SPRUCE YOUR CABOOSE!!

And when you have the shape of a brick and the mane of a lion... that takes quite a bit of work...

Watch where you place your paws Mister....

But the results are definitely worth it:

Spring-a-ding-ding!!! Who is that devishly handsome man??!

BUT... 

In the midst of all that sunshine, flouncing and sprucing, I have made one worrying discovery:

Spring is not all daffodils, fluffy white clouds and glittering water.

This sunny season has also brought about some concerning home invaders....

And I am of course, talking about these evil creatures:

What even are these awful things?

I have no idea what they are, but they float in when you least expect them, luring you with their evil, soft tentacles, then disappearing as quickly as they came.

And whatever they are, they've basically made my life a nightmare.

We all know that my number one duty as leader of the pack is to patrol my turf and keep my pawents safe.

What would they do without me?!

And I must confess, it is a job I take very seriously.

So now, as well as having to patrol my yard to keep it free from unwanted humans, fur-friends, and possums... I have to try and keep these funny floating things at bay!!

Come on mum... don't let it go... I nearly got it!! 

To be honest, I've actually found Spring a bit exhausting!

Talk to me in Summer... I can't deal....

So much so that I've decided to declare the rest of Spring a wash-out,

And if you need me, I'll be here -

Spring can go and Spring right outta here...

Until next time!

"...because there's nothing minor about being a Morris..."