It was rounding up the ducks that made me feel this tired.
I'd tried to be so good and done exactly what I was asked to do for two whole hours. I'd come when called, sat when required, come front, yes all the commands. I can do them perfectly if I want to you know.
We were heading back to the car park when I spotted them and I ignored what Grandpa John said 'cos I could see they needed sorting. Grandpa seemed cross though. Can't think why. They needed rounding up. It was quite obvious. But then the silly creatures got in the pond - and I got extremely wet.
I wasn't even given a treat for all my efforts at sorting them! And now the fur on my ears is wet and I hate wet ears. But I also hate hair dryers so I hope Grandma and Grandpa haven't got one. My hair do is ruined and my fur's gone all curly wurly.
Silly ducks. I'll try to ignore them next time. Perhaps Grandpa was right after all.
Love and licks Fudge.