And So To Bed...

After a hard day's duck hunting, it's early to bed.













I love having my teeth brushed (or at least, I love licking that chicken flavor toothpaste off the brush!). I have to let Mum brush for at least a minute (well, 30 seconds if I bite the toothbrush), before I'm allowed to lick.












Ahh, bliss! There's nothing like a poulty-flavored treat before bed.















Sometimes I'm just too tired to go to my own bed...




In my dreams, I ALWAYS catch the duck!

The Art of Duck Hunting (and other doggie pursuits)

Keep very still and observe.












Sometimes a better vantage point helps.






When a duck is spotted, slowly creep along the bank until you are either very close or you just can't contain your excitement any longer and have to jump in the water.














Now, swim like a crazy dog. Swim like there's no tomorrow. Run in the water.
(I've been told this looks very silly, but it really does make you feel like you're gaining ground).
Keep your head high and your ears dry. At all costs, keep your ears dry.

When those ducks start laughing and throwing insults, you definitely want to be able to hear them.


Keep going, no matter what, because one day (and that day is coming, I just feel it), I'm going to catch one of those darn ducks!