It’s getting dark earlier and earlier here in Ireland and when you’re a black puppy like me, there’s a kinda danger of becoming invisible.
It’s handy sometimes when you want to get up to a bit of mischief but, in general, I prefer to be seen, and sometimes heard!
So, Jean and me have been making the most of sunsetty walks, especially on beaches.
I get all almost paralysed with excitement when we get into the car for one of these precious expeditions.
Then on the beach, it’s all go:
Shadows are awful strange things, aren’t they? It’s like having a twin or something. I like the name of a book that Jean told me about that she adored when she was small: Shadow the Sheepdog. I’m not a shadowy kinda dog cos I always want to be in front not trailing along behind.
You’ve no idea how much running and racing I do after seagulls. I think I must have been having a breather here.
Time for bed now. Can I tell you a secret? I can’t bear the pitch dark so have a little light on in my ‘bedroom.’ Maybe I’ll grow out of that when I’m older but for now, I neeeeeed it.
Talk soon and sleep very tight.
P.S. Jean says that I prove that black and brown don’t clash like she was always told as a child. Does this make any sense to any of you?