Supervising Dad in the garden.

We had a break in the weather on Thursday, so i thought i would help Dad in the garden or should that be supervise. Well you've got to keep an eye on the staff don't you. To make sure there doing there job properly. And I'm good at barking out instructions.

He's getting there with the back garden. Especially compared to what it was like when we first moved in. And he's done a good job of filling in my holes, i haven't got the heart to tell him though that he's wasting his time, they will only appear again. I tried blaming it on the heavy rain saying it washed the soil away in places. But i don't think he bought that one, well you can't say i didn't try, and they do say god loves a trier and i can be very trying at times.

  

I think he's got his work cut out trying to cut this back but I'm sure we will get there.

Hard at work.

I wish my friends would walk by so i could say hello.

I can here noises next door, are they going to come out and say hello.

I think you've missed a bit. Do you like the nice pile of rubbish i made, I'm only joking i never cleared all the branches away, i could of if i wanted to. But if Dad thought i was that clever he would want me to make him a coffee as well and i wouldn't want to do Mum out of a job.

I feel better now after having a drink of water.

I'm not skiving or hiding. Honestly.

Anyone would think it was hard work.

Group hug for a job well done.

Dad's car aka my taxi.

I've got a funny feeling we're being watched.

Thanks to Mum for being the photographer for the day, or as she likes to be known creative director. She's having a laugh isn't she. Just because she's gave herself a fancy title doesn't mean to say I'm going to pay her anymore. It's like me calling myself an observation operative instead of a supervisor.