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..."