Blood flows as I’m clipped

Horror of horros, there’s blood!  My mum is clipping me in the back yard and suddenly, there’s blood on my white bits.  WHAT has she done?  Looks carefully and no wounds on me – it’s her own hand she’s nicked.  Am I grateful or what?

IMG_6430Getting used to these electric clippers now and, d’you know, I’m getting to like the experience.  If you ignore the buzzing, it’s like a full body massage, a pamper treatment.  I’m up for that anytime.  I love being brushed as well; do a dance afterwards.

Never thought I would say that after my trauma with buzzy electric things.  I scamper right out of it when the vacuum appears and the time my mum tried to dry me with her hairdryer was AWFUL.  I’m such an adaptable dog.


Hee, hee, cat in trouble

Marley Cat has disgraced himself two days on the trot – nibbled the top off a cheese and bacon quiche yesterday then licked the butter today.  My mum is incandescent.


After lunch with a friend, she put a cover over the last slice of quiche but cleverclogs tipped it off and helped himself.  I was the beneficiary because after that it wasn’t fit for human consumption.

This morning she’s making bacon sandwiches and finds him licking the top of the butter in the dish.

She puts the lid on, goes away while the bacon cooks and comes back to discover he’s knocked one slice of bread off the other (supposed precaution to avoid said cat having a go) and licked more butter!

He’s now hanging his head in shame, in the proverbial doghouse.  Looks as if he’s in the summerhouse to me.  I thought she said the summerhouse wasn’t a dog kennel…

Update July 14

More horrors from the cat!  He pinched cake which had been left under a teatowel overnight – crumbs on the counter and a big scoop out of the tin.  I was allowed some of the rest for breakfast but the remains went in the bin.  I would never steal food…