the lawley

every day i take the man out to inspect our territory. our territory is a bit odd because it is made up of bits of land in different places and we have to drive to them. i let the man drive because he seems to like it and it gives me that chance to keep an eye on what is going on out of the window.

yesterday we went to my favourite hill which in human language is called the lawley. i put the man on a lead because he can get a bit funny on the hills. he is especially wary of sheep and tries to keep away from them. he pulls me away as well which I do not like because sheep are VERY interesting. 

it was very windy on the hill and it blew all my fur in the wrong direction and made me feel all funny.

there were some birds on the lawley that the man said were called ravens but i think should be called - black birds which sometimes look like you could eat them and sometimes look like they could eat you - i was not sure that they should be allowed on our hill but i did not want to argue with them.

everything seemed to be ok in this part of our territory though it has been very busy since the last time we were there. the man was very pleased because he has found a place to park near the hill which is better than where we used to park because we had to walk down lots of roads and he made me do the horrible heel which led to arguments.

we argue a lot about the horrible heel. it is so stupid because i am a dog who can run faster than anything and he is a man who can only walk slowly going plod plod plod. for the horrible heel he tries to make me walk at his plodding speed and i try to make him run at my exciting dog speed. and then we argue.

but i win because i am a good dog.