Oh no, Max has to have surgery!


Max , left, and Paddy

My mum is a big fan of Max and Paddy out in the Lake District*, a pair of English springer spaniels who have huge following, especially on Facebook.  In fact she met them last week – huh, didn’t take me but took some of my Tails.com treats (the cheek!).

Now we find out Max has to have expensive surgery to remove a bone chip from his left ‘elbow’ joint – the same bit of leg I broke two years ago. I hope he doesn’t have to wear the cone of shame though my mum says it’s unlikely as he is such a well behaved dog.

Max was a rescue dog, as well as being too old, so his owners could not get insurance. His (and Paddy’s) fans have started a fundraiser to help with the costs.

Please donate if you can.  These boys are such fun.


* https://www.facebook.com/maxinthelakes/

Update: The appeal raised a whopping £3,830



I get a surprise massage


I’m at the Irish Aunt’s at the weekend and snuggled up with her on her bed when I feel something rather lovely on my neck – oooh, a comforting massage.  Knead, knead, knead – it’s Dominic, her youngest cat and a very good friend.  He plays with me and keeps his claws in, not like the two I live with or Missy, the other cat here, who are free with the swipes.

It’s not every dog who has his own personal masseur.

Snuggles with Dominic



The second delivery of my personalised food arrived today, labelled up with my name so no-one could be any doubt.  That didn’t take account of Marley, however.

My mum prepares my dinner and there he is, whoosh like a CAT-a-pult in the kitchen, head over my bowl!  I didn’t get a look in for ages while he sniffed and sampled the provisions.  There’s nothing he won’t dare do.


Personalised kibble from  https://tails.com/

Forget snowballs…

We have snow and I’m really enjoying myself frolicking about in it.  We live on the coast of north east England so, while there is only about 15cm on the ground, there have been some fierce winds off the sea which have meant drifting and dangerous road conditions.

I was at the Irish aunt’s for a couple of days but she tripped in a pothole and sprained her ankle so I’m back with my mum who took me out into the street and wanted a snowball fight.

Normally I would chase them but I found a lovely stick…