Today Slawit Bob is mostly walking in the country....

Even though the morning was far from promising, Slawit Bob, the Master and the Mistress sallied forth into the Mollicarr Woods for a walk in the country.

The stream was pretty full and running furiously over rocks and under logs. Slawit Bob managed not to fall in.

On closer investigation the bluebells were actually flowering but they didn't seem too keen on really making an effort as it was pretty cold and grey. Slawit Bob was very pleased to be wearing his coat although he thinks he could do with  a new one as this is getting a bit tight around the middle....

Here we see our hero dispappearing into the wild blue (grey) yonder enjoying his first real moments of freedom from the constraints of the lead....

Last Wednesday, Slawit Bob was visiting Knaresborough....

Gosh - what a hoot!  The mistress is pretending to throw me into the Dropping Well.

Haha - erm I think she's only pretending....

Slawit Bob is mostly relaxing before his arduous trip to the Dropping Well. He has heard that it is quite a trek. Might as well make the most of the opportunity to sit on the master's lap.

These caves are all very well but you can't beat four walls and a door Slawit Bob says.....

Slawit Bob mostly entertains himself this week...

It's just as well that the sun has been shining this week and Slawit Bob has been able to get on with the gardening.

Slawit Bob is mostly wondering why he is having to amuse himself.

Slawit Bob is not impressed with Cheltenham Festival and has decided to sulk.

Slawit Bob at school...

Do I have to....?

And yes he does - Slawit Bob is mostly not awfully interested in being trained.

If he avoids eye contact he can pretend he's somewhere else.

But it's no good - his greed lets him down and he will do anything for a treat!!!

Slawit Bob works on the allotment.

It was a particularly lovely early spring day so Slawit Bob decided that he would help with the heavy work on the allotmnent.

Slawit Bob was not convinced that his efforts were appreciated so he decided that he would work alone.

He quite enjoyed working in the sun and did what he could, rootling around in the earth. He did rather resemble a floor cloth at the end of the morning.

Slawit Bob doesn't really think that he will ever be what you might call white and squeaky clean - life is far too exciting and muddy.

PS Slawit Bob would like it to be known that at his training class last night he had a

1 to 1 with the trainer who was stunned at his brilliance and general cleverness. Slawit Bob was duly gracious in receipt of this praise but not surprised.

Today, Slawit Bob has mostly been playing in the garden.

It may seem that Slawit Bob has laid a curious egg but he would like to reassure his followers that he is merely playing hide and seek with his squeaky ball. The squeaky ball won. It has managed not to be found.

Slawit Bob denies all knowledge of its whereabouts and goes off to kill a daffodil which is threatening his peace of mind.

Today, Slawit Bob is mostly trying to climb the stairs...

Climbing up is easy.

Getting down requires a wistful look in order to elicit sympathy from the nearest  pair of hands which are required to carry him safely back to terra firma.