Tully has a word

Mom hasn't let me blog in some time. But I just have to bark it out.

 This is a dangerous time of year. Most things are now taller than me. Now I can't see past these yellow things on my way to the beach where I like to roll in all the good thick slime that the tides have delivered. Just when I smell really good you know who gives me another bath. 

I spend a lot of time chasing down the flying birds, I haven't gotten them yet but I know I will, I may be small but I'm pretty quick.

I have to rest on the terrace before I start my next job.

Like helping out in the garden.

 I'm in charge of flattening out the flowers.

Wait! 

Hang on I may have to go, I think the birds are back!