A parcel for me?

We came back from our walk just in time to receive delivery of a big box .

Mum opens it up and the contents are marked all over with my name – me, the box is for me!  ‘Truffle’ it says on a big bag of ‘hand blended’ kibble and a ‘selection’ pack of a dozen trays of delicious things like duck, hotpot and beef casserole.  Mmm, drooling already.

She’s trying out a new brand of food – Tails.com – where she entered my specifications (age, weight – perfect, she put, activity level etc) and they make up an individually designed diet which is delivered regularly.  We’re on a two week special offer trial to see whether I like it and it’s good for me.

I had a good sniff around the bags – smells delicious, even through the wrapping.

http://www.tails.com

I get a professional trim!

Well that was unexpected.  My mum tells me I’m having a professional groom because a neighbour’s dog is currently being pampered in a mobile dog salon  – and I can be next!

Aren’t I smart?

Look at my gorgeous spots

I was allowed to inspect the Dial-A-Dog-Wash salon before my treatment and I gave it the paws up – roomy, warm, no buzzy noises.  Just hoped the dog being washed in the sink was gone before my turn…

We are delighted with the result – long ears, long tail, but my chest smooth, feathers gone and all my spots on show.  Tracey, a lovely lady, took TONS of hair off.  People thought I was getting fat but it was just because I was very shaggy.  Slimline now!

I don’t think I had this blog the last – and only – time I went to a proper groomer but it was not an experience I wanted to repeat.  There were awful buzzing noises, a splashy bath and I was so TRAUMATISED my mum brought me home wet.  She should have known I would be terrified since I’m frightened of buzzy things like the vacuum and a hairdryer.  Since then my mum has clipped me and I have got used to the noise of electric clippers.

But we’ll definitely be seeing Tracey again.

Tracey and me.  Don’t I look smart!

Tracey operates Dial-A-Dog-Wash Tyneside

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phone  0191 258 2448 or 07548 017233

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Life at Boot Camp

You think I’m kidding, don’t you, when I say I spend most weekends at boot camp?  That’s Boot Camp with a capital B and a capital C  – aka The Irish household.  I’ve been a shared dog all my life, first with my doggie mum and siblings and now with mum and the Irish cousins.

The Sprog used to dress me up in all sorts of outfits but she’s a teenager now and is more interested in makeup and dressing herself up.  I get all sorts of foodie titbits there that I don’t get at home, some of which I snaffle myself if goodies are left unattended too long on the head height coffee table.

But it’s not all treatness and light.  The house is full of other animals – two cats and two bearded dragons!  Boss Cat is Missy and she’s not to be messed with but year-old Domino thinks I’m something to be played with.  He teases me rotten, gets his own way all the time.

The dragons are funny yellow scaly creatures.  No good for cuddles and I is scared of them!  Keep them away or I’ll tell my mum (she’s not keen on them either)!

Playing with Domino

Keeping my distance from the dragon 

She must be joking!

Raining today so I’m smart and protected in my red waterproof coat.  Unfortunately it doesn’t stop my legs and bits of my tummy from getting muddy when I run.  Back home, I’m hosed down, still in waterproof (targeting only the mucky bits says my mum), then a shake and a brisk rub of the wet areas.

Then she decided the Surf Dog robe doesn’t really cover my tummy so improvises a tummy drier from a microfibre dog towel, tied on top.  Well, I wasn’t impressed with that!  Mum’s friend said it looked like a nappy so you can imagine how I felt.  Luckily it did wick away the wet so it wasn’t on long.  Happy days!

Well hello, 2018

This is my photo diary over Christmas and New Year.  We had masses of visitors, loads of lovely food and lots of crisp wintry walks.  Plus a few sleeps.

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