Hi Aunties, it’s been forever since Mommys let us post, me and Molly been wanting to tell you bout our move but mommys always busy... we just Made her do it today!
see, it’s a looong story Aunties so hang on or just skip to our pics if ya wanna! But see mommy and daddy took us to see this house and we was gonna buy it.. well we tried to but these people just got harder and harder for mommy and daddy to work with and then mommy just lost it one day... yup she did she said enough was enough..
We had a FAB walk yesterday. We only went out to do an Autumn Photo Shoot for me, so I can be a Supermodel again, and look fab. Mum did my hair up in a new style and everything.
Cato larffed at me and said that Carrera rocks this look much better than me. But he is just jealous. Cato I mean, not Carrera.
Can you see my hair?
This is when we were catching up with Mum. Cato was doing a silly walk at the time, and worrying Mum in case his w
Hello Aunties! Now that Tara has stopped fussing about her feet, I can tell you about my visit to my new VetDoctor. Mum says he is called MrMcT which is short for him being a McTimoney somethingorother.
He was nice.
Tara didn't come in with me! Yay! So she wasn't squeaking and getting in the way and wanting fuss, and I had Mr MrMcT all to myself. He got down on the floor to see me, which I liked, so I didn't have to stand on that horrible high vet table.
He did stu
Cato says he needs a whole blog to himself to tell you all the boring stuff about his Special VetDoctor stuff wot I didn't go to, and they won't tell me all about cos it is so dull i just fall asleep.
Anyway, cos he's going to be hogging the blogging talking all about him, i can squeezify in first and tell you about my ticklish foots.
No pics again. Even though Mum says my foots are Perfick and pink and black and fluffy white and she wants to kiss my paw pads
My turn! Cato has been hogging the blogging lately, so I get to tell you all how awesome I am. And wot fun we had. and stuff like that. And there are more skypics for AuntieCrystal too.
This bloggification is about 2 different walks, cos that is how clever I am! I can do two walks at once!
This is when we went the Big Lake Park, and Mum accidentally picced all the wrong things. She picced birds and flowers and Cato and all the boring stuff. But there isn't a single pi
it was terrible! Mum and Dad went out, and only Dad came back!
Dad came and sat on the sofa and we watched snooker stuff. And we had treats and more dinner than usual. But she hadn't come home by the time we went up to the Big Bed. It was very worrying!
We went out for breakfast, and i wanted to get home really fast in case she arrived and didn't know where the pack was! But she still didn't come home!
Then all of a sudden we could hear her! And smell her! And
We have been walking, and Mum has been piccing a bit, but we thought you would like these flowers, AuntieCrystal. cos you are having a sad time.
We did lots of sniffy interesting stuff at the park that day as well, of course.
Oh, and I have to tell you that Tara is silly.
She was all fussy and fidgety on the sofa with Mum this evening, and now she has got two legs that haven't been brushed. So she is walking all lopsided
you know how clever I am? I mean I am clever all the time. But i am extra specially clever climbing stairs. And this morning Mum helped me down off the Big Bed and we went downstairs for out widdles. Of course Cato has to be carried down cos he isn't stair-clever.
so then we came in again and boring Cato just got into his crate bed to sleep. He sleeps all morning if you let him. And Mum did her boring drink making and computer sitting. Yawn!
but - remember i am so cle
We had a Spa Day too Aunties ( seems a lot of that madness going around with my cousins too)....but it wasn't so bad as our shorter hair means mommie gets through a lot fast...then its treat time and a sleep. Mommie went crazy and clipped off all of Abby's top knot as it was all broken in front from her rubbing it constantly then kept falling into her eyes and she looked like she was crying all the time...She never did like her top knot this time around so guess she will be happy and n
Aunties i am worried.
i heard Mum and Dad talking about it. They said the we are due those horrible stinky flea drops
and then they said they would wait til after our Spa Day! Not today. And not when we wake up. But the one after that.
isn't that AWFUL?
there will be Mum going away. And horrible wet stuff bath stinky bubbles. And hot blowy noisy air stuff. And those horrible buzzy bitey clippy things.
Tara doen't know. Cos she was chewing a pigs ea
This was in Foxy Park again. With Tara being a pain again. See, my tummy is furry, NOT fat!!!
Mum says this year they have let the grass and wildflowers grow up properly, so they all grew and flowered and seeded and stuff. She likes this. But then she doesn't get seeds in her knickers, does she? Last year the man cut the wildflowers down, and Mum and AuntieJane got cross about it, cos the buzzy bugs had nowhere to go.
This is baby Rowan berries.
Aunties I'm sorry. You know how I like Mum to write wot I say so that you can see my tail, and see how silly Tara is, and see our adventures? Well Mum has been doing so much stuff that she hasn't been taking dictation!
There was the office chair Thing, where Dad's chair broke, and Mum's chair went to live with Dad, and Mum now sits on the grooming stool, which is hard, and her bum hurted until she got a cushion. And that meant she didn't like sitting at the desk for dictation.
So Mum woz doing lamb hearts tonight for our tea.
She stood chopping them up for AGES. They have these lovely chewy pipe things on the top end, and Mum was cutting them off and throwing them for us. I was good and sat on the rug, like I am supposed to, and Tara was almost good and sat closer, near the water bowl. So I got extra bits, and Tara didn't until she came and sat with me, then we got the same amount of bits.
Then, at the end, we each had a nice big juicy bit
I am happy to report that Dean has been healing just fine but what a very stressful few weeks this has been...
It all started the Friday night before Dean's surgery. Accidents are just dumb, and boy did I have a doozy. I tripped late Friday night going into my bathroom and WHACK! went straight down. My jaw is still not right but I split my chin (which has healed) and I had a baseball (now its golf ball sized) lump on my right knee. Never mind that I couldn't cough or sneeze, due to the brui
So we got home and it woz nice to be back with Home Sniffs, but the BEST bit is that I learneded how to climb stairs!
Aren't I clever?
The day after we got home I followed Mum up the stairs. Our stairs are different from the holiday stairs. They were wood and brown and slippy and really steep! Our home stairs are soft and carpety and narrower, but still steep. So I was really brilliant of me to know about holiday stairs and then go up the home stairs, wozn't it?
It was very exciting. First we went to an old Cornish slate mine. Me and Tara were only allowed in the first big cave, and we had to be carried. Tara got mud all over Dad's jacket. Haha! And it was all wet and drippy. Then Mum and Tara and me had a drink while Dad did the thousandsandthousands of steps down to the other caves and the underground lake. Wish we could have gone, but there were No Paws down there.
Dad said that the life of a Cornish slate miner was horrible cr
My turn! I wore my Rainbow Bows again today, cos Mum says I am a dippy hippy rainbow child. Can you get rainbow Ninja? I like that idea.
So today Mum draggled us all the way to somewhere called Looe. She spend lots of holidays in Looe when she woz a pup, cos her Grandpa's family come from Looe.
This is where we parked. It is called the Millpool carpark, and Mum knew the tricksy shortcuts to get to the interesting sniffy bits.
This is the sea. Paws aren't all
Hello Aunties. Today I am blogging about some great big human den called Lanhydrock. It was enormous. And I was a bit tired. We did a lotlotlot of walking on holiday, and I was worn out by this time. I mean, I do love sniffing, but all this hot walking and sun and new places and Tara bouncing is very tiring.
Mum says that Lanhydrock is so humungously enormous that it has its own park, with cows and sheep that poo all over the place. There was horse poo too, I am sure of it,
Mum says she wants to do this blog bit. That is OK, isn't it? I hope you don't mind. Only we were asleep under a picnic table with Dad when Mum took all these pics, and they are ever so dull. And un-sniffy. But it was OK cos we had some of the eggy bit of his quiche, and Tara was allowed a finger lick of icecream! I didn't want it.
So Mum is going to try and make them interesting for you, and then I will blog the next interesting bit.
My turn! I can tell you lotsandlots about our adventures and sniffs and EVERYTHING.
We went to this Cotehele place by boring car, with Mum and Dad squeaking about SatNav stuff. Yawn. But it was fun when we got there!
There was some sign up saying we had to keep them on leads in the Formal Gardens or something. But as soon as we got out of sight of everyone we let them off the lead. I figured Dad couldn't get lost if I woz with him, so he would be safe.
I don't know if you have ever driven in Cornwall?
Maybe you don't know where Cornwall is? It is a smallish county on the SE pointy bit of England (the orange triangle on the bottom left)
It is a tiny, lovely, rural place, with a slightly softer warmer climate than the rest of the UK. Small towns, moorland, rolling hills, sheep and cattle farming, fishing villages, disused tin mines, old china clay mines, tourists, lots of cliffs, a few bays and sandy beaches, and every