Beach boys in training

It was a beautiful day and when my friend Anna suggested a dog party at the beach, I thought why not. Fortnum and Mason deserve a treat and I could do with some time away from domestic executive duties. So off we went.

We went to Island Bay which is on the south side of Wellington so the boys had to endure quite a long drive to get their but their caught up on their snoozing so didn't mind too much.

Part of the adventure was to allow the bassets meet a new friend and learn a few things about how to behave on a beach. Anna's dog is getting on now and a little deaf but Ziggy was the perfect old hand to show two puppies how to be the perfect beach boys.

Let's just say that old hands may impart plenty of sound advice but you just can't tell the youth of today how to behave.

"Hmm, seen this wet blue stuff before"

"You are joking Anna, whatever you say, we're not following him"

"Now boys, here's how it goes........"

"Watch and learn!"

"I said WATCH!"

"That's it Mason, you're getting the right idea!"

"Well maybe not....."

"These younguns they just don't get it - I'm off to find my stick!"

"I think he takes himself a bit too seriously!"

"Mind out, that wet stuff is coming to get us......"

"At least the two legged one has water, biscuits and nice clean trousers we can slobber on"