Well, it might be the last day of 2007, but today is also my five month birthday, so as a special treat mum and dad and my kids took me to a new park to play.
There is a small river that runs through it and mum said I would be able to swim in it, but when we got there mum was a spoil-sport and said definitely no swimming as the water was too dirty (probably because it is summer and has been very hot).
I was not impressed, it was a hot day and I really wanted to go for a swim, I don't care if the water was dirty! But at least Mum bought the chucka and I got to chase my tennis ball.
Then dad threw the ball with the chucka and the ball bounced off a tree and into the river. But my dad's a good dad, he got the ball out for me (of course, I could have got it myself, but they wouldn't let me go in the water!)
Dad said that it was too far down and that we had to say goodbye to that ball.
Mum said nevermind, that was why she bought extra tennis balls with us, but I really, really, really wanted the purple and green one that was in the water, not a poor substitute red and green one!
My dad knew how much I wanted that ball so he tried to get it out for me. He tried lots of different things to catch that ball.
You can see the big branch that he tried to fish the ball out with.
It took a long time, so mum took me for a walk up the river. I still really wanted that ball. Us Border Collies don't forget things or give up easy you know.
Then Dad called us back because, after about 20 minutes of trying, he had finally caught the ball!
But the thing is, I didn't actually *want* the ball, what I really wanted was to go into the river myself to fetch it!
So I carried it back to the river bank...
And rolled it over the edge, just like I do in the pool when I want to go for a swim...
Mum and dad said I was a little monster and that it could stay there now.
Bye bye ball, it was fun while it lasted, I'll miss you!