Tuesday, 19 January 2010

Pooch with a Pimple

I have a spot on my bottom!

My fur's fairly long, so I’ve been covering it up, but MM & DD noticed it during my regular puppy massage (yes, I know it’s pathetic, but I love a massage – just don’t tell them that I actually enjoy something they do).

First of all, they chased me round the flat with a tube of Germoline. I put up with that for two days and then started diving under the couch whenever they unscrewed the lid. That give them the hint pretty quick, but I wasn’t prepared for last night…

MM caught me off guard and whacked a big dollop of face pack on my pimply problem. I got the last laugh though when DD said he’d paid over £60 for the mud mask as a present to MM and about £20 of that was dripping off my fur onto the floor.
I'm just one step away from this!

Thursday, 14 January 2010

Hound In A Huff!

I am not a happy hound!

Huffing - Hobbs style

Want to know why? I'll tell you why!

Those two had the nerve to call me a 'Wagamuffin' today. Just because I need a trim and happen to have been snowed on and then sprayed with slush by very passing vehicle for the past few weeks.

They think they're so perfect - well, they forget that I see what they look like in the morning and believe me, if there's anything that will put you off your morning bowl of kibble, it's them in their pyjamas and bed head hair!

Sunday, 10 January 2010

Cold Canine

Okay, I take back all the bad things I’ve said about my new coat.

Why? Because it’s bloody freezing here in Scotland!!

My tender toes and jellybutton nose are numb within about three seconds of setting paw out the front door.

Even though I’m still pretending I hate putting the coat on, I’m secretly loving how toasty warm it keeps me when I’m out and about, picking up and dropping off my pee-mail.

Now I just have to sort out the nipping pads I get from walking on the salty gritted pavements.

Looks like I spoke too soon - here comes MM with the Paw Wax!

Monday, 4 January 2010

Ba(rk)h Humbug!

It's taken me over a week to recover from the disappointment of Christmas Day.

Did I find Fifi, warm and snuggly, in my basket? N0!

Did I get a convertible sports car with heated seats? No!

Did I get a waterproof jacket and (horror or horrors) a matching harness? Yes, I bloody did!

Okay, so I also got some damn fine canine confectionery, including a pack of rather impressive cigars, but it's not enough to stop me making my mark on that jacket!

A prickly like this should do the job...