Four siblings together

I was so excited. I was spinning in circles. We went to the new doggie park next to the river and she was carrying a square bag which she doesn't usually do when we go for walks. She let me off my lead and I did my usual exploratory sniffing and she took out champagne glasses and little human snacks from her bag. And a bottle of champagne. Wooooh, what is going on?

Then along came my bestie, Bertie. Oh, my Lord. What a coincidence. He came into the doggie park too and we licked and tumbled and ran side by side.

Then came another Westie that looked like half me and half Bertie because Bertie has short hair and this one has long hair like me but he wasn't as big as me. His name is Angus. "Hello," I barked and we licked and tumbled and ran side by side.

We hung around the humans for a while but they weren't taking much notice of us. All talk, talk, talk and drinking champagne.

Then my sister, Mindy, arrived. In her pusher. Really, Mindy, stand on your own four paws, but her human mum thought she might get tired on the walk home. Mindy's mum started talking before she even came through the double gate and left the first gate open, so we all ran out.

Four Westies straight to the river and in we jumped.

Shrieks, squeals, humans running after us. It was such fun. But not for long. They picked us up and took us back inside the doggie park.

So, four of us. All siblings from the same kennel on the other side of Australia.

Me and Mindie. Brother and sister from the same litter, who flew across Australia in the same crate.

Bertie and Angus are brothers from the same litter, but they didn't fly across Australia in the same crate.

And to top it off, we all have the same father. Andy Murray. That's our dad's name. He's famous.

We had such a jolly time. We all ran to the fence and barked at other dogs as they walked along the pathway. We all tried to drink water at the same time and tipped over the bowl. My human mum tried to get us to sit in a row so she could take a photo. No way. Too much playing to be done.

We all sniffed the rolly-polly black dog that came into the doggie park. He was OK until he peed on me and a handbag. No class. Not like us Westies. But we let the fluffy white dog hang out with us. He was sweet. Fifteen years old and almost blind so not very playful.

Just think, all here together. Siblings united!