Golf....

Today I took Bunker for a walk on the left side of the Thorndon Park golf course. We only went a little way, mind you, as I'm still training him. So instead of taking the path on the righthand side of the entrance, we went down the path to the left. I think Bunker thought we'd could walk to the woodland trust area that way, but we didn't make it down that far. Instead we played golf on the green.

Well I suppose golf is what humans like Bunker would call it. I suppose it is in a way. Somebody hits a ball or throws a stick and then they all run around after it (or as I saw this morning drive a cart after it - I mean how silly is that? Where's the fun in driving after a ball? Do you know what I mean!?)

Anyway I had a lot of fun teaching him how to play. I made him pick up a big stick and throw it as far as he could and then I showed him how to run after it and pick it up. He's a bit slow, but I think he knows how to play the game. I even made him carry a smaller stick while I carried the big stick all the way home. Funny that, this reminds me of my lovely friend Moya.

She used to live with me before I found a new home here in Ingrave village with Munker and Bunker. She came to visit two weeks ago. I'm a bit ashamed to mention it now but I never got round to telling everyone how much I enjoyed seeing her, but last week I had a bad start to the week. I got an upset tummy and had an accident on the "Home Sweet Home" mat! Munker and Bunker were very worried, so was I...

Now where was I? I seem to be a bit distracted this morning and don't want to give the impression my lovely Moya had anything to do with being a bit off colour last week...ah yes, she was good at playing golf or fetch as well. I used to love teaching her to throw sticks and run after them. Hihi, do you know she tried to outsmart me by throwing one after the other!

I'm looking forward to visiting her next month. Munker and Bunker are going away for a week and have asked Moya to be my companion for a week. That is going to be such fun, she has a lovely big garden to play in, and I can sniff the flowers in it, and we can play "golf" and go for lovely walks in the woods. See I get to go on holdiays too!

Kisses!


Charlotte, Dowager Duchess of Ingrave and Herongate

PS Look at the sticks Bunker and I carried home. See how small the stick he carried is!



PPS Must dash and have a little nap, walking the Bunker is quite tiring at times, Love to all!

On coffee spills...

Nothing much exciting happened today although Munker was in a right todo when I expressed my excitement at seeing him and Bunker by wagging my lovely tail at them. I fail to see why he got so upset when my tail sent a mug of coffee flying over the floor! He'd do the same wouldn't he?

Which brings me to the question, do Munkers and Bunkers have tails? Curious minds like to know.

I'll be seeing you,
Charlie,

Dowager Duchess of Ingrave (and Herongate I've decided)


Ps Im off to see Nanny today, Bunker has to do some pruning.

Today, July 6th 2009

Im afraid this morning I managed to stress Bunker out when we went for a morning stroll. For those of you who have not yet had the pleasure of making my acquintance, Bunker is one of my (humble) servants who has the pleasure of looking after me. Munker, his other half, whom I will get around to introducing to you, stayed at home to make breakfast.

As I have only recently taken up residence in the borough of Brentwood and Ingrave I felt now was the time to attend to some business I had not yet had time to get around to. I still fail to see why Bunker got so flustered. After all I did choose the most convenient place to make myself known to the general public and other residents of the lovely villages of Ingrave and Herongate.

His look of horror followed by a brisk pace down Cricketers Lane left me somewhat bewildered I must admit. From what I gather he had a sudden need for a plastic bag for some reason and was about to pop into the local post office/shop to obtain one. However it seems a minor disaster was averted when walking past the bench on the cricket green where he found one.

I was then made to rush back to the location I had left my 'making acquaintance' message to fellow residents, where the matter was handled most indiscreetly I might add. I do hope Bunker will show some modicum of discretion and understanding in the future as this is most likely to ruin my reputation. I will be taking him for another stroll within the next hour or so, weather permitting of course.

Be good,

Charlie,
otherwise known as the Lady Charlotte, Dowager Duchess of Ingrave and Herongate.