Murphy's pants

I could hear the howling as we approached the surgery - Murphy wasn't a happy boy.  He came running out wagging his tail glad to see us, whilst I felt terribly guilty putting him through this unneccessary op.

First thing he did when we got home was look for food.  The boy's got priorities.  There wasn't any so he went out for a poo instead.  Then a sleep in his crate and then a cuddle.

He had meat for his tea, then settled down for a lick.  I was prepared, size 9-11 cotton boxer shorts with button fly.  I got this pair on easily, I expect the next might be a bit trickier now he knows what I am doing.  Poor lad, I don't know which was more humiliating, wearing the pants or my laughing so much I was crying.

We have had a little talk, I told him it was the pants or the lampshade.  He walked off.

Kizzie is once again being incredible.  She hasn't jumped on him once since he got back, tomorrow is another day....

Decorating and the hooligans

I repainted the kitchen walls and bought a new cover for the sofa.  The hooligans aren't that impressed.  The new cover is mud coloured on purpose...

I got the photo canvas for my birthday, It is nice at times to be reminded of how adorable they can be

Sweet smelling girl

B took the hooligans out for their walk this morning.  He was under strict instructions not to let Kizzie roll in disgusting stuff or allow Murphy to eat dead stuff.

One out of two isn't bad?  Kizzie had another bath.  I don't know what she rolled in but it burned the hairs up my nose.

Where's Winnie?

Who could resist the little ‘Winnie the Pooh’ dressed in a mouse outfit.  I really do know better but it was very cute!  Murphy loves carrying  tiny toys around and he doesn’t normally hurt them! 

We can’t find the head.  He hasn’t thrown it up yet so it may appear out of the other end.  Sigh.

the view

We changed our car recently, the new one doesn't have a dog grille - yet. Murphy is usually looking out of the back window whilst Kizzie watches me.  This is a good thing as Murphy dribbles. I am aware that if Kizzie choses to, she could squeeze over the back seat, I am not sure I want to be flying down the M1 with Kizzie on my lap. 


Brian doesn't much of a sense of smell left these days, so when he came in this morning and said there was a 'doggy smell' I knew it would be bad.  Little blighters had rolled in something seriously minging.  They had a bath.  Kizzie rolled in it again this evening. 

Todays haul was two baby moles and a racing pigeon. I picked up the moles but couldn't get the pigeon into my poo bag!

Murphy has testosterone.  He doesn't start fights but he doesn't back off either if another dog has a go at him.  The other day there was a little altercation when a lab tried to take his ball.  Kizzie ran straight through them and broke it up.  She is such a superstar.

Murphy goes to have his man bits removed on Thursday.

Mole mole mole

The mole has gone.  Safely interred in the bin.  Until next time.  I won't mention the shrew

The Duo

Big Boy

Murphy cocked his leg and did a pee

Mole revisited

Kizzie rolled in the mole

The Mole

The mole wasn't down a hole, it was laying on the grass quite dead.  Murphy found it.

As he crunched I yelled to Kizzie to take it - and she did!  Then she ran off with it.  I yelled "drop it" and she did!  I either have the cleverest most fantastic wonderful dog in the world or Kizzie decided to torment Murphy by taking it off him.  She only rolls in dead stuff so didn't want it in her mouth for longer than necessary?

On our second lap of the meadow little blighter found it again...

I don't suppose we have seen the last of it yet.