Hi, It’s Arthur!
We lives in a place called the Lake District and it has a lot of lakes.
It not very imaginatively named, but that’s what happens when you let peoples name things and not dogs. I think I would have named it Happyjumpygrassysniffywater land, or maybe Arthur land. Which rolls off the tongue much better I thinks.
We like to walk the most at a Lake called Ennerdale, partly because it does not take too long to get there in the Arthur mobile but also because it has nice flat paths for the squiggly transportation device. Did you know I once got concussion from jumping into the Arthur mobile? Well I did, I had to go to the vet and get a light shone in my eyes and get medicine. I banged my head just above my eye so I had a bald spot for an eyebrow for a while. That is why it is important to wait to jump into places until the door is all the way open, or until your Mum says ‘ok’ which means you don’t have to wait anymore, even if you are REALLY excited and REALLY good at jumping.
Do you want to see Ennerdale?
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Hi, I’m Arthur and I am here!
If you haven’t met me yet, I am a Black and White Border Collie and I am not yet two years old, so I am really just a big puppy. So It’s ok that sometimes I get called a ‘clumsy oaf’ or, ‘watch your big paws’. Most of the time I am quite graceful, honest! I only sometimes get told off by Arran because I barrelled into him, it’s just not as easy as you might think to find your breaks. Especially when you are built to run and leap around after sheep (or tennis balls), like I am. Do you know what sheep are? They are animals that you can find out in the outside, they just roam around the countryside, for some reason and they are very important ‘Leave Its’. Which means you cannot chase them or even look like you might chase them or even get too close to them. When I was younger I would get treats and my special toys for doing good ignorings of the sheep and looking at my people instead. Now I just walk past them like they are a bush or something, only, I don’t leave any pee mail on them.
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