When we were on holiday we saw some tourist pirates from Whitby pier. I didn't like being up so high, so Mum left me with Dad in the safe middle of the pier while she went and took dangerous pirate pics. Dad said they weren't actually that dangerous if they couldn't even get the sails up, and had to use an engine. Haha!
Mum forgot to take pics of Whitby, on account of me and Tara and GrandMam and lots of crowds, and it being market day. I was
Mum and Jasmine had a car crash! It woz all Jasmine's fault!
Now Tara, you know that isn't true. You can't blame Jasmine for what happened when she was a passenger sitting peacefully in her crate in the car, can you?
Yes I can! You woz only in the car cos you were picking Jasmine up from her sleepover. If you had been safe at home with me and Cato then your car wouldn't have been crunchified. And we could be going on nice trips to in
My Dad loves me, and I love my Dad.
When we were on holiday, he understood that I needed someone to Bounce on, and that Jasmine wasn't around to be Bounced on. So he got me a pretend Jasmine I could use instead.
We named her Puggy. She is the wrong colour, and she is wearing a red jumper, which Jasmine doesn't do. But she was easy to kill, and didn't run off like Jasmine does.
I wanted to Bounce on Cato. He liked scritching and scratching his back on the carp
I just wanted to blog to tell you how posh I am.
This is my sister Rita. She is still winning stuff and being all clever and beautiful. Although obviously not as clever and beautiful as me, cos she is still going to boring shows and having long hair and piggy tails and stuff. I don't do that, so that makes me clevererer, doesn't it? I think it would be very difficult to Bounce properly on Jasmine if I had long hair like her. But I could win shows if I wan
Mum has finally got our holibob pics sorted, so I can show you! Mum says that this time she kept forgetting to take pics, so there aren't many. Phew! She can go overboard on pics sometimes, can't she?
Anyway, it was a longlonglong way away. Jasmine didn't come. She went to stay with Auntie Holly and her sister Dolly, so we didn't have to put up with her trampling and fidgeting in the car crate. That was good. Though I don't like it when the pack splits
Walk. Run. Chase!
dry grassy stuff
Dad and Tara.
Mum behind! Run run run!
Woods and sniffs and paths!
Can bounce on Tara! She gets cross and then plays. Fun!
Bounce on Cato! Mum gets cross. 'Get off Cato's back!!! Bad Jasmine!' :( Boring Cato!
Bounce on Tara again!
Sniffy dogs. Growl. Only wanted to sniff bottom! Crotchety spoilsport!
Me. Scamper. Dad!
we took the whole Pack; Dad, myself, Cato, Tara and Jasmine, off to Costa Coffee yesterday after work.
It is approx a 1/4 mile walk each way, with an outside seating area. That is about as far as I like walking Cato on tarmac, but they all had a lovely park scamper before breakfast, with Dad, so no one was missing out on sniffs or off lead racing today.
No pics, sorry. Juggling excited Jasmine doesn’t leave much time for cameras. Lol
Only one table free, and we had to
It is veryveryvery hot. Dad has been taking us to the park very early for Tara and Jasmine to beat each other up, and for me to get my sniffs. But it is so hot that I don’t want to get back in the car, after. And then I have to snooze all day to rest. Tara sleeps too. Mum’s lap is hot too.
Jasmine doesn’t sleep. Well, she dozes for a bit. But not properly. Today she kept waking up, and she does stuff. Restless stuff. Today she ate a lavender bush to
...that we have another elegant little lady joining the pack.
Tara was always a tomboy. The sort to wear pink fairy wings while beating Cato over the head with a Tonka toy tractor.
Jasmine is more of a 'who cares whether I am a boy or a girl, lets play, eat, sleep and fart, and then do it all over again'.
So long as Cato gets my lap, they don't steal his chews, and they leave him to sleep in peace, he doesn't care what the girls get up to.
Mum waited til last night to tell me about our Spa Day, cos she knew I wouldn't be happy. She waited til I was all snuggly before my Brush, so It wasn’t too much of a shock.
Here I am, all relaxified.
Jasmine was washing my face earlier. She does a lot of that. I don’t mind a bit of face washing, but sometimes I have to tell her off, cos she does it too much. She is very very very licky.
and this is another pic from last night when Mum stopped rubbi
Here is me in my donut bed.
and washing my knickers. Cato never washes his knickers. Thats disgusting, isn’t it Aunties? Boys are disgusting.
I HATE Spa Days! Mum did tell us, but that doesn’t make it any better! I didn’t want to get out of bed this morning. Mum had to put my lead on first, and the drag me out! (Mum: actually Tara it was more like a gentle nudge)
So Mum abandoned us, like usual. And I had to have a stinky b**h. Cato woz all
Why won't anyone play with me?
The Paper Bag Killing Game
And the man himself, demonstrating the importance of having lots of corners on cushions
This is her den in the corner of the front room. We feed her in it. The orange cushion is Cato's current humpy cushion. It has 5 corners! He likes the corners very much. And orange has always been his favourite colour in toys. So presumably that goes for sex toys too. ;)
This was at her littlest.
This is what Tara thought of the whole Puppy Nightmare
And this is what Cato thought about it:
But eventually things improved. Cato
Such a long time since Cato, Tara and I have blogged.
I've been busy, and last year kind of went in a blur. I had a rather unfortunate stomach upset that left me under the weather for months, and then... things drifted.
Then I heard about the shootings at the Garlic Festival, and immediately logged on here to see how Marlene was, and suddenly I am missing you all, and your news, terribly!
We have some news at this end too. A new pup. Jasmine.
This is the photo we wer
Hello Aunties! We have missed you! We have been off having adventures and stuff, and not writing about them. But Mum says that now we can do blogging again.
I am glad about that.
It has been a bit boring without you.
I sleep a lot when I am bored. I am on Mum's lap. It is the only place I can sleep safely nowadays? Everywhere else, Jasmine might get me.
And - most importantly, my tail is still gorgeous.
My sling still hadn't arrived, so we went to this Lichfield place without it. So I had to walk. But Mum carried me for a bit and Dad did too, and we had some nice sit downs, and I met a little girl. So it was OK.
Lichfield is a town. With a river and a bridge and another cathedral (yawn) and a muesum place to dictionaries, and a burger place and a cafe that had a sunny garden. Dad had lots of sausages, and we didn't get ANY cos it was all gluteny, and Mum wouldn't let us!
So the next day we couldn't go for a long exciting fun scamper, on account of Cato's boring wimpy back needing a rest. Booooorrrrrriiiiiinnnnnngggggg!!!
But we did go for a Mixed Grill which woz nearly as exciting. And there were chickens too!!!
This was Mum's Mixed Grill.
There was gammon and lamb steak and beef steak and lambs liver and sausages and black pudding and gammon and yucky tomato and mushrooms and peeez and an eggy. Mum saved me a bit of everything
Mum says I have to finish our holiday bloggings so that I can tell you the exciting new stuff. Like the bird feeder and my new bone.
So here is more stuff about hot stinky Chester.
Mum and Dad did all the boring Cathedral stuff, and then wanted to go off walking round the town. :( But it was too hot and tiring for me. And we had already walked for AGES. So I sat down. And Dad said he would carry me. And Mum said NO. And I stayed sitting. And in t
It was AWFUL Aunties. I didn't want to show you my piccses, but Mum said I had to be brave and show you, cos it will prove how brave I am, and heroic and stuff. And it will show you all how extra specially beautiful I am when my piggies grow again.
So this is me with Bed Head on Monday morning, before we went to see nice Mrs Groomer
And this is me after my Spa Day, with my piggies All Gone. Mum and I woz very sad. Dad said he didn't know who the strange paw was w
Hello Aunties. Sorry I haven't been blogging much. It is cos of my tail. It isn't right. It is like a puppy tail. And I am not a puppy, am I? I am an Important Person in the Pack. A Scout and a Hunter, and I shouldn't have a puppy tail. I am second in charge after Mum, and above Tara. But I have a silly little puppy tail at the moment. It is very sad and it gets me down a bit.
That and the horrible harness.
So Mum and Dad decided to take me on holiday to s
Hallo Aunties and Esme
Now you are all back, I can tell you about our holiday day to somewhere called Chester, which is an oldoldold town, with a big stinky train that went from our holiday den right up to Chester.
Chester is hot and big and hard on the paws. But it was OK cos Mum and Dad carried me some of the way, and we could sit in the garden while Mum went inside the Cathedral and took pictures of boring stuff for you.
This is the train bit. It was a bit dirty an
It is going to be in a holiday den with a whole field for me to sniff and widdle in. And a spiral staircase for me to Bounce up and down. We are going to Do Stuff every day. Old sniffy pubs and churches and footpaths and stuff. Sausages and steak! Every day! And scrambled eggs! Dad says there is a Marmoset Sanctuary Place!
It is a longlonglong way away. So Mum and Dad are going to drive me there. And we are going mountaining and adventuring and exploring. It is so far
We went for a walk this week in Foxy Park. Seems like ages since we have been there, because we need the car to get there, and Dad has been taking the car to work most days recently because he has had a chest infection. But he is getting better rapidly now, so more interesting lunchtime walks are back on the menu. ?
The cherry blossom is just going over for this year, and falling like pink snow. The blossom is always better photographed in the sun, but even on a dull day it was