My Kind Of Grass

We stayed up very late to watch Sweden's first game in the football World Cup. I couldn't keep myself awake, but I snoozed on the sofa to keep mum company. Why do they play at night?

This is the grass the way it grows on the small hill that is one of our walking areas. No lawn mower, no sheep. I like it. Mum reminds me I like mowed grass as well, when I play my favourite game Fetch. That's right, of course. I just got a bright idea! Why don't we have a sheep on our lawn?! Or two, it needs a friend.

Two cars, three people and one dog went to the car inspection centre today. Loads of funny smells and noises. Apparently, I was here last year when I was a tiny puppy, but I don't remember that. I must have been a lucky mascot, because both cars went through with no complaints.