Thursday, 11 August 2011

It's a dog's life...

I'd like you all to meet Chester.

Now, before you all start agreeing that he is the UK's most spoilt dog, please read this article.

This little chap is 13 (that's waaaay older in human years than you two-legged bloggers can imagine) and he only has three legs!

So, three cheers for Chester and his owner who appreciates - just like mine does - that cashmere throws and posh pillows are the best possible places for our furry posteriors to perch.

Tuesday, 19 July 2011

Once bitten...

DD had to take a trip to the doctor this afternoon for a tetanus jag and is now mooching around showing the teeny, tiny mark to anyone who cares to look.

Last week, he had the nerve to refuse me entry to their bedroom and the pristine clean, white Egyptian cotton bed linen that was just begging for me to rub my dinnery beard all over - so I bit him.

A damn fine bite it was too! Straight through his thumb! And, if it hadn't been for the fact that he bled all over my glossy, golden coat and then planted his foot on my bottom, I'd have been truly delighted with my efforts.

Over the weekend, he started getting stiff shoulders and muscle spasms but thankfully I've had no such problems. It was only afterwards that I started to wonder if his hands had been clean - you never know where these humans have been.

Anyway, the doctor said it could have been much worse - it could have been MM doing the biting and then he'd have needed a rabies shot.

Friday, 19 November 2010

Canine Cuisine

I don't think I'm spoiled. I just deserve the best, that's all.

No dog worth his wag will eat the same thing - day in, day out - without making a fuss.

Which is why my breakfast this morning consisted of chicken and vegetables in a Ginseng broth.

MM stated that she is 42 years old and has never had anything in a Ginseng broth.

I offered her a nibble of mine to rid her of her petted lip, but she declined. Her loss...

(Actually, it doesn't taste that great, but there is no way I'm letting on.)

Saturday, 6 November 2010

Devil Dog

I draw the line at certain things and having MM and DD dress me up like one of Paris Hilton's pooches in the name of Halloween is one of them.

But even the threat of losing a finger didn't stop them doing this to me...

Wednesday, 16 June 2010

The Joy of Socks

The humble sock - not a terribly exciting item at first glance but the possibilities for a pooch are many...1/ a stinky, worn sock stolen from the laundry basket can be an ideal gift for any visitor - especially if it's some-one MM and DD are trying to impress.

2/ as a plaything it can be dragged along the carpet, thrown in the air a few times, shredded and then left to drown in the water bowl.

3/ as a puzzle for MM - stolen from the clothes horse this can result in hours of fun as she wonders why she has so many odd socks and then blames it on the washing machine.

4/ for your own amusement remember to always take one from the pair they are about to put on, refuse to give it back until they are running late for work, then relent and watch them squirm as they put on a warm, damp sock and hop out the door.

Oh yes, the joy of socks...

Thursday, 3 June 2010

Lazy Bones - Sleepin' In The Sun

What better way to spend a sunny day when you have the place all to yourself?

If I wasn't basking in the rays in my basket...

I was soaking up the sun on the satin sheets...

Ah, such doggy delights!

Sunday, 23 May 2010

Sock Shame

I can't help thinking that I've missed the joke here...

MM had her leaving drinkies on Thursday night and these socks were a present from some crazy people at The Sun - they gave her a bottle of Prosecco too, but I notice she didn't share that with me!

As usual, DD just did as he was told, but I refused to look at the camera and poked my tongue out.

MM said I'd obviously picked that up from Kerry Katona - and she had something to do with kittens apparently - so it's probably not a thing dogs are supposed to do.

Sunday, 9 May 2010

Farewell Fifi

My fuzzy little heart is broken…

I found out last night that my one great love - Fifi (aka Fifi L'Amour) - has passed away.

DD and I bumped into her Mutty Mummy when we were out on our late night stroll and after hearing the news, I walked the whole way home with my head and tail down.

DD and MM felt so sorry for me that they let me sleep with them last night.

Today, I'll just spend some time in my basket. Alone; with just my memories and a very heavy heart.

Saturday, 1 May 2010

Helpful Hound

MM had been writing on her blog about a pair of shoes that she was feeling guilty about buying.

She'd been dithering about taking them back and had tucked the receipt inside the shoe.

Deep down I think she really wanted to keep them, so I decided to help her out.

P.S. - I waited until DD had hoovered before I indulged in some shredding

Saturday, 10 April 2010

Canine Clips

I’ve been growing my hair all winter and was just getting to that surfer dude look that the ladies love when MM & DD bumped into a woman with a Lakeland.

Unlike me, he had been subjected to a serious haircut and, as a fellow breed, he did his best to warn me away by barking and jumping around.

It was no use though - our MMs still managed to get close enough to talk ‘grooming’.

I am now sporting the 'convict crop' and my ears (and other extremities) are freezing!
Okay - so I admit there are worse cuts than mine