Hey. How about a hand. This is a big one!

Oh dear, boring morning. The Boss went off to run SeniorNet and The Bossess took me to the post office.
Not to send me anywhere, it was so she could get the mail and I could go along for the ride. Going along for the ride is really important and I respond well to this. I remember when I was staying with my mother in Palmerston North a couple of years ago (While the B's were gallivanting around Maine and other exciting places) that it rained a lot and my Mum Bev, used to load all the dogs up on the back of the Ute, suitably tied to something, and take us for a ride around the block in lieu of a walk. It was fun and we all came back soaking wet and wind blown and felt that we had been out having fun. Of course we don't have a Ute but I guess the back of the car with the window open is near enough. However when The Boss (ah my true love) came back we went out later in the afternoon and had a proper run around and stick location game and that's when I struck some trouble with "The Big One"

I worked hard at this but The Boss just laughed and added insult by picking up his camera.
Well he would...Wouldn't he?

Even bigger stick