Having a sneaky cuddle with my mum on the sofa and suddenly I’m surrounded by the felines. First Marley sidles up onto the pink silk cushion (silk, mind you, I’m never allowed to sleep on it) then a few minutes later Cleo decides to get in on the act. Of course there’s no space left so she she plumps onto my mum’s knee. One cat I can cope with – but one on each side is a bit too close for comfort.
Such a happy family!
Gorgeous young brindle whippet – Lola – in our breakfast café making eyes at me has made my day. Utterly smitten! She was with her family, peering provocatively from under a chair but tried to play shy when let loose. That didn’t last long and we gave each other a friendly inspection. I even offered her my Chuck It ball to play with which is unheard of. I hope she’s in there again soon. I’m in lurve!
Is she giving me the eye?
After my outing at the weekend, followed by a joyous swim off the beach, I am done in, completely bushed. I was so sleepy yesterday afternoon that I hadn’t realised my mum had forgotten to give me my dinner until 7.30pm!
She decided I should take it easy today so it was a trip to the shops instead of running in the park. She was right – I hadn’t the energy to pull on the lead like usual. She had clothes to donate to the PDSA and the staff were so taken with me they said she could leave me in their care and go get her groceries – otherwise I’d have been tied up outside Sainsbury’s.
SIX offers they told her they’d had for me when she returned. SIX – I am such a popular dog!
Resting in the summerhouse.
Love it when my mum takes me with her when she’s staying overnight with friends. I get a long ride in the car and loads of fuss when we arrive. Then I get to lie by my mum’s bed which isn’t allowed at home.
I am adored and played with till really late then again the next morning.
I love Peter and Margaret’s garden (them too) which has great places to run and fantastic new smells.
There’s a fish pond as well but I’m not allowed in that. Although my mum eats sushi I don’t fancy raw fish at all…
Today was really sunny so mum had the car roof down when we drove back home and I was allowed in the front seat (properly anchored, of course) instead of the boot.
She did it. She threatened and she did it, caught me unawares when we got back from our walk this morning as I was lying in the yard, cooling off and having a zizz.
Got the trimmer on me again, that’s what!! Had to smooth out the first attempt, she said. I was so bushed after the walk (actually lots of running for the ball and a chat in the pet shop which supplies my food) I was unable to put up any protest.
But I was rewarded with biscuits so it was worth it.
The new clippers arrived so my mum set to straight away. It took quite a while for her to get used to them and she thinks she will make a better job next time. I’m not exactly bald but a mass of fur was sliced off and lots of brown spots have appeared along my flanks to match my legs. Don’t remember them from puppyhood!
I start off okay but get fed up quite quickly, shuffling away into a corner and having to be coaxed out. I really don’t like my feet trimmed but she insists on snipping off the tufts between my toes and paws. She says I look six pounds thinner.
Glad that’s over for a few months. WHAT – she might go over me again with the shorter blade??
Left, after; bottom right, before
Look at what came off!
Bespoke English Springer Spaniel clippers (10F and 4F German steel blades) from http://www.masterclip.co.uk/
Look at me in action – aren’t I magnificent, ears and feathers flying, my Chuckit ball firmly in my mouth?
This is our nearest park, opposite my favourite pub (Left Luggage Room) and not too far from home so that my mum doesn’t have to be pulled too far on the lead.