Mr Moo, my big brother, is ten today, so I wanted to wish him a happy birthday.
Muzzle chose my name because of him. His name is Max but his nickname (well one of them!) is Mr Moo. Muzzle and Daddy had applied to adopt a lab puppy from rescue and were trying to decide on a name if I was a girl. Muzzle was talking to Mr Moo about it and told him that I'd be a mini-Moo - and there was my name, Minnie! :-)))
We went for walk in the woods. It was REALLY muddy but we had fun. Muzzle bought Max a new toy - a dumbbell. She got him a smaller size than usual because he always wants the smaller things she has bought for me and she got me one the same so we had one each. We carried them all the way around the woods (Muzzle has a cunning plan that if we carry things we're less likely to stop to eat fox pooh!).
She wanted us to pose for some photos but I got distracted by Daddy, my toy which I'd left on the ground by Muzzle and by the mud. Muzzle said she doesn't know why I will happily lie down in a muddy puddle but didn't want to sit on it for photos.
We did have a good run around and a sniff but the weather was rubbish and so were those photos.