World Cup and more corruption

On Monday, me, mummy and Bear popped to grandad's for a bit of lunch and a natter. We popped over on Saturday and Nanna gave me a little lawn mower to play with and I instantly went about my gardening chores. I went up and down the long grass just like Nanny Jan does with her mower but it didn't seem to make much difference. Imagine my surprise when we went over on Monday and I noticed the grass was all nice and short. It must've been a delayed reaction. Grandad said he has a lawn like a bowling green and this is very true to the point that it's the same colour - in places - but there the comparison comes to an abrupt end.

We had some lunch and I noticed on the telly (that was happily playing away to itself) that there is some big football match on this week. We call it the World Cup, the French from France call it the Coupe Du Monde, the Spanish from Spain call it the Copa Del Mondo, to the Polish from town its known as the Puchar Swiata and to the Brazilians from Brazil its called A Kickabout in the Park. Everyone likes Brazil, grandad says he likes Brazilians. I'm not sure what all the fuss is about but its on the telly and in the papers all the time, grandad says its a lot of fuss for three games and then a return flight home. He says some other countries play a lot more games than England, in fact a lot of other countries will play more than England play which I think is unfair but at least they'll be nice and fresh after their holidays for the new season - whatever that is.

Back to Saturday and we went to visit some rellies of nanna's. They leave up the road and had some foreign people come to stay, so nanna said we should pop up to see them before the foreigners went back home. The foreign people all said "Howdy pardner" and stuff like that and they were very nice. WOW!!!! In the garden was a massive swimming pool but on closer inspection, I found it had no water in it. Grandad said its because this pool is for non-swimmers but it appears that it's because the pool had a leak but nobody could find it. There were all sorts of bugs and things on the bottom which were great to watch as they tried to get out. The garden was lovely and I wish I'd taken my lawn mower with me.

I have to admit to a certain level of corruption at grandad's house, exploitation of infants and little people. As I'm now confident in big boy pants (not as big as grandad's or I'll fall straight through them!!!), he often asks me if I need a wee wee (and sometimes number twos which is grown-up talk for pooh). After reassuring both grandad and the carpet that I don't need a wee wee, he bribes me. Openly bribes me!!

"If you need a wee, Dogg, let me know" he says.

"No grandad. Shhhhh, you wake baby Bear" I remind him. After a couple of hours without the slightest hint of a dribble or even a skid, he asks again.

"If you do a wee on the potty, I'll give you some chocolate" he said.

Hmmmmm, this could be very rewarding and simply by taking a pee. If Nanna offered grandad the same reward when he needs a wee wee, I can see where his belly comes from but never being one to miss a chance, I take up the challenge. After a while, I went upstairs with mummy and she came down to tell grandad that I'd done my wee and whats more, a monster number two as well!!! RESULT, that must be worth a Freddo the Frog (if nanna hasn't eaten them all) AND some of those little button things. I didn't wait for grandad, I couldn't wait for grandad so I got the stool in the kitchen and dragged it to the worky top thing all on my own. I then managed to get myself on the worky top and up to the chocolate cupboard - by the way, I didn't have my big boy pants on, in fact I didn't have ANY pants on so the need for a wipe down before preparing the evening meal may be in order! I got my reward but admit I didn't see mummy get any chocolate as she had a wee wee too.

This weekend is Fathers Day, which means all fathers get to lay in bed until Monday, get all their food and drink taken to their bed and have all their family on their beck and call. It's a bit like Mothers Day although grandad says every day is Mothers Day - he'll be in trouble for that one and sure to be a goner when nanna reads this. Daddies don't really get to do this as its just too lazy and the menfolk in our family are way too busy to do lazy. Grandad says there are people on the other side of town who have four or five kids so will have four or five different Fathers Day at the same time!! I think we have something planned for Fathers Day this year but not sure what so more on this next week.

Nos vemos na proxima semana as they say in Brazil

Dogg