Lurchers in the the spring
1. Why do they have to poo in the clumps of crocus flowers?
2. Will smelly wet dogs be banned from pubs in Scotland for polluting the atmosphere?
3. Canine voices were raised in the pub as the non-smoking drinking dog people of EH11 all congregated on the bar with hounds in tow. Near rumble averted...
1. Why do they have to poo in the clumps of crocus flowers?
2. Will smelly wet dogs be banned from pubs in Scotland for polluting the atmosphere?
3. Canine voices were raised in the pub as the non-smoking drinking dog people of EH11 all congregated on the bar with hounds in tow. Near rumble averted...
Check out the Dogosaurus Rex! Jake's dignity is spared cos no-one we know knits. And anyway, it must be bad enough having to wear home-made coats that make him look like Basil Brush.
Labels: Outfits
From Sunday's blizzard...
I think it's time to go home now, please
Is it a bird? Is it a plane?
I think it's time to go home now, please
Is it a bird? Is it a plane?
Labels: Park life
Crufts is here... Apart from all the pedigree propaganda on the BBC coverage (there are apparently seven types of dogs you can choose as puppies, and none of them are mongrels... the only crossbreeds are labradoodles & cockerpoos... grrr...) we're having fun watching out for Jake's agility teacher, who's competing with super-obedient Murphy.
Here is the ever-agile Jake contemplating a future in the Lurcher Agility League.
Here is the ever-agile Jake contemplating a future in the Lurcher Agility League.
Labels: Agility
Lurchers! Not in the mood to eat your breakfast immediately? Why not take advantage of Gussie's extreme distraction & sneak that hunk of raw lamb upstairs to your people's bedroom? Stash it between the bedcovers! They'll never notice!
What's that? That very afternoon you were spirited away to Dear Chum Molly's house? For a weekend? Egad! Still, when you all got back home from your various weekends away late on Sunday night, the raw lamb was still there. It might have seeped a bit, but nothing to worry about. You checked the minute you got in the house, though your people didn't understand your sudden fascination with their bed.
They worked it out in the morning when they got up & threw back the covers. Phew! Wot a stinker!
What's that? That very afternoon you were spirited away to Dear Chum Molly's house? For a weekend? Egad! Still, when you all got back home from your various weekends away late on Sunday night, the raw lamb was still there. It might have seeped a bit, but nothing to worry about. You checked the minute you got in the house, though your people didn't understand your sudden fascination with their bed.
They worked it out in the morning when they got up & threw back the covers. Phew! Wot a stinker!
Labels: Mischief
