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How much trouble can two dogs get into...?

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MONDAY 15th Feb: Stormy

Tara: Amazing walk today!  Wet and wild and bouncy.  We went twice round the big lake and I saw sleet and stuff.  It was very exciting.  The photos won't show nearly how exciting it was.  And we got SOAKED to the skin and it was FUN.  And there was mud and EVERYTHING.   Cato: It started out lovely and sunny, although there was a really cold wind.  And neither of us had fancied much breakfast. But half way round, the cloud came in, and Mum and Dad were scuttling as

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SUNDAY 14th Feb: Auntie Jane Day!

Sidney:    2nd day of window open all day.  And now my foot hurts.  Pork for dinner.  And Mum says I have to stay in today to 'rest' it.  I live in a Nanny State.  But I left a pork chop bone on the top stair this morning.  I was watching through the bannisters.   She nearly trod on it in her bare feet.    Another Machiavellian plan foiled by human luck.  Humph.   Tara:     Proper walk today!  With lovely Auntee Jane. This is us waiting in the car for her to appear! I a

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SATURDAY 13th Feb: Street Slog and a bit of beach

Sidney: Window open ALL day, from before breakfast til human bedtime.  My kingdom awaits. Later, humans.   Cato: I think our blog is being ruined by human building stuff.  Apparently we had to walk on the streets so much because of Tara and the forked lead, and for photos of houses on the slippy leaf road.  Not that there are slippy leaves any more.  They have all mushed away all winter.  So, lots of photos. Mum has tried to make up for it with a video of Tara beati

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FRIDAY 12th Feb: Cherry blossom

Cato: Very exciting day!  We went to the Small Park (with the green fox's bum) and Mum did her usual boring picture stuff.  And Tara did her usual silly bench climbing.  And we met Auntie Carol!  She is the Auntie who runs the puppy classes that both Tara and I went to when we were really really little.  And I got really excited to see her, and ran around play-bowing and wagging my butt off.  She picked me up and snuggled me, and remembered me too!  No picture of her though, because of some

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THURSDAY 11th Feb: Restless

Mum: Thought I would go first today.  So there, Tara!  Just trying to get my story in first, before they publicise their 'take' on the day.  I have noticed how they just seem to ignore facts in favour of dramatic flair, sometimes. OK, so firstly, it was all a genuine mistake.  I planned a nice walk, and then Auntie Jane called and we arranged to pop over in the evening, to see her and Uncle N.  All good so far.  Only then I thought 'well, if I wear them out with a walk, they won't be m

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WEDNESDAY 10th Feb: Road trek and 1st sand castle of the year

Tara: Me first again today!  Hahaha!  Cato is still asleep, cos he was naughty yesterday.  He didn't widdle at bedtime.  Mum was dancing about the garden crunching gravel and saying 'Hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up!' but he didn't wee.   Then when Dad got up for work at 3.30 am, Cato heard him and woke Mum. and had to be carried downstairs to wee, and back up again. Why does she always say Hurry up 3 times?  Weird eh? Anyway, now he is being a lazy slug and wanting a lie in, and he d

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TUESDAY 9th Feb: Fight! and Cemetery

Tara: Twice round the dog field today!  And through the cemetery.  And down the slippy leaf road! And we had that horrible forked lead thing on, which EVERYBODY hates, but Mum says is good to teach me manners.  Don't know what manners are, but I HATE them.  Lots of pics of me having fun, and Cato getting squished.  So it is all good. And Mum says that since I chewed the last wooden brush handle, I am not allowed another.  Not fair!  I only chewed it cos I LOVE it so much, and it w

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MONDAY 8th Feb: Brief scamper

Cato:  Mum said it was going to be horrible wet and we wouldn't get a walk today.  But then, when lunchtime came, it was OK.  So we all got in the car and drove to the Park with the Lake!  And just as we pulled into the car park, it started to rain.  So there was a big discussion.  We ALL decided that since we were here, it wasn't fair to go home without scooting once round the lake. So we did. But it was soooooo wet.   And windy.  That we found it difficult to walk back, with the wind

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SUNDAY 7th Feb: Auntie walk! :)

Sidney: I have forgiven them.  We had a nice snuggle on the big bed, and I purred like a... a... well, I purred a lot.  Like a TIGER.  Mainly on account of the ear and cheek rub that Mum does.  And I didn't bite anyone.  Sometimes, when I have had enough of being fussed, I bite hands and arms, to tell people to stop.  Didn't need to this time. And I kneaded the bedcovers, and my injured paw kneaded properly, for the first time since my War Wound happened.  And my broken off claws were

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SATURDAY 6th Feb: 1st Great Return Journey

Tara: We got up really early, and I was sleepy, but Mum and Dad carried us outside, cos they thought we might wee on one of the corners in the hotel, if we walked.  But there was a nice patch of grass outside.  Then we went back to bed for a bit while they did bathroom stuff.  When they went to breakfast, I whined.  I was still whining when they got back.  But I might have stopped in the middle.  We had raw beef mince for breakfast, and they didn't save us any sausages. This is Scarbor

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FRIDAY 5th Feb: 1st Great (doggie) Train Journey

Cato: Tara was BAD.  Very bad.  And then she was Naughty. We went in the car to the station, then 2 trains.  At the first station we had a mini walk because Dad was worried that Tara hadn't had a wee and would go on the train.  I had weeed earlier, so I was good.  But then I had a poo.  Just in case.  Cos I am good.  This was a lump, with car tyres, next to a football pitch near the station.  It was odd.  So we all had to climb it.  There was a man walking across the field and he

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eeten it all

eetun all ov it.  winder stiil shut.  veri wet outsid.  thev bin gon ages. luv me. im sidnee

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THURSDAY 4th Feb: Greenwich Mean Time

Mum: Just got time to write yesterdays blog before we set off on todays Train Adventure.  Probably won't post the next one til we get back, unless the wifi at the hotel is MUCH better than expected.  We are leaving an incredibly grumpy Sidney, who has been following me round all morning screeching to have his window open.  But we are bribing him by leaving a bowl of tinned catfood in jelly, some crunchy biscuits AND an entire skinless chicken thigh.  Hopeflly he will have calmed down by tom

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WEDNESDAY 3rd Feb: Breakfast and beach

Tara: Mum didn't do her boring work thing today, and Dad wasn't doing his boring work thing til later, so we went out for breakfast sausages.  This is where they ate, and we sat under the table, like always.  The floor is very clean, which is a pity. I always hope for some dropped food, but there never is.  We then go outside, and just before we go onto the beach, Dad gets out his napkin and we sit-ever-so-good  and we get chuncks of sausage.  Then we have the strength to go and

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TUESDAY 2nd Feb: Sun, wind and reed seed heads

Sidney: They have been re-doing the roof again.  Two rolls of tape now.  But there was a horrible wind, and nothing fell off, so maybe they can leave it alone now?  I spent all yesterday asleep which was nice and peaceful.  But bedtime is turning into a bit of a problem.  Now that The Brat is old enough they think they can trust her not to wee on the bed, they are allowed on the big bed for a few minutes before Lights Out.  We used to have a lovely peaceful routine.  I would get there first

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MONDAY 1st Feb: Ping pong!

Tara: We went to the Little Park today, and it was ACE!  We started off in the wilderness bit, where the seeds get into your knickers, if you bounce in the long grass too much. We had a good fight there.   See how I chose the muddiest bit I could find?  This pic is just before Cato jumped on me!  You can see him plotting. Then we went with Dad into the big open bit.  See how I am skipping with excitement, cos I know what is going to happen - PING PONG!  It i

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SUNDAY 31st Jan: Boring Sunday

SUNDAY   Cato: We were supposed to see Auntie Jane today for breakfast (sausages, yum!) and a walk in the little park.  But she isn’t feeling well, so we didn’t.  And it was raining.  So we had a boring morning sleeping instead.  Then it rained all afternoon.  Then it got dark.  And then it was bedtime.  We didn’t do anything interesting AT ALL, ALL DAY.  I think Mum was bored too.  She decided that my Tinkle needed a trim.  I don’t like that.  But I can wee without spraying my fe

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SATURDAY 30th Jan: Green poo

Sidney: Why do I have to go first?  Silly dogs should go first then clever cats after.  I like the shed roof improvements.  I spend time on there during sunny weather, surveying my territory.  They left the central heating on all night last night, by mistake.  It was lovely.  I shall organise some pictures for you, so that you can see my territory.  I wanted to use the word 'kingdom' instead of 'territory' but Mum refused to type it.  She says I need to get a sense of proportion.  Which is

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How much trouble can two dogs and one cat get into...?

The first few entries are transferred from another thread, when Crystal suggested that C, T and S deserved their own blog. Great suggestion!  I just hope it doesn't go to their heads too much... Anyway because the posts were transferred across, they are slightly out of order, but not to worry - the wee beasties haven't noticed!

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