frisbee

Seriously, he just LOVES frisbee. Can't get enough of it.

The only bad bit is breaking the news that it's time to go home, usually when I'm cream crackered and sprawled in a heap in the corner of the park. Thankfully I haven't been mistaken for a tramp....yet. But Mr B is a bit like a dog, boundless energy when it comes to frisbee - and he looks all crestfallen when I try and put the frisbee away. He probably wouldn't thank me for saying that, but I doubt he'll read this!