Starting to sit more in the summerhouse but it was a brief sojourn today. A bit chilly, even in there. My mum could have closed the door but Marley was firmly on her knee and she doesn’t like to move him. That’s fine until she her knee seizes up and she can’t feel her toes! Cleo stayed outside, miaowing loudly. But when does she ever do anything else? Haven’t a clue what she wants most of the time.
I make my needs very clear – a helpless look means ‘feed me’, spinning around trying to catch my tails says it’s time for a run, retreating to the tiled hallway indicates I’m hot and my head on my mum’s knee tells her I want cuddles. Couldn’t be plainer – and she calls me thick!
Now that we have a dog friendly pub around the corner I get taken much more often. It’s such a treat; treat, you understand, as in lots of fuss and a bag of crisps. And this pub stocks Salty Dog crisps! Made for me!
Here I am, last night, sitting patiently, paw at ready. My mum makes me give a paw at so that I fully appreciate the special nature of getting crisps. Too many aren’t good for a doggy diet, even if they are named after me.
I got lots of cuddles and compliments from other customers. One encouraged me to say hello to her bearded collie and shared a dog biscuit with me.
See why I love the pub?
Our favourite pub: http://www.leftluggageroom.co.uk/
Heavy rain outside so my mum doesn’t want to take me for a walk. So why did you wake me???
My mum has been away for a few days so I’ve been at bootcamp. Let me tell you, I’m glad to get home to my mum for a rest!
You have no idea what it’s like: up before dawn, walking my paws off, played with by the sprog, teased by the youngest cat and taken to WORK. WORK! I never have a moment’s peace.
To show my appreciation I walked very nicely for my mum, didn’t pull on the lead when we went to the shops and today I was rewarded by being taken to a new cafe, Kith & Kin. Think this will become another of our favourites because they’re dog friendly (gave me water in a big bone-shaped dish) and do avocado on sourdough toast. My mum loves avocado on toast for breakfast
I don’t. I’m a dog and dogs don’t eat vegetables.
Treat after this morning’s walk as we visit another favoured cafe, OMNI, and I am allowed to share my mum’s cheese scone.
My mum says I am very lucky boy to get anything because I was naughty earlier, pressing her up against the wall in excitement trying to get my lead as we prepared to go out.
THEN losing my Chuck It ball as we approached the cafe. She had to backtrack to find it, leaving me tied up to a lamp post. Nix, no ball. Oops, I’d dropped it in the cafe and it had run under a table…
I have to say, however, the scone was nowhere near as good as the cheese scones she makes herself – not enough cheese by half. My mum’s are FULL of cheese.
My mum’s cheese scones
Rub 75gr butter into 500gr SR flour; add 1/2 teasp mustard powder and 250gr grated strong cheese (eg Cheddar, Red Leicester); bind with 300ml milk. Roll out on floured surface until one inch thick. Brush with milk, sprinkle with more cheese then cut into shapes and bake for 15 minutes at 220c (200c fan). Cool slightly, split and slather with butter.
Looks like she’s chopped sundried tomatoes into these ones. You can add bacon, olives, chives, ooh, all sorts of savoury bits. DROOL!