What shall we do with the barking doggies
What shall we do with the barking doggies
What shall we do with the barking doggies
Early in the morning

Every morning they nugde and lick and gennerally mug B until he gets up and lets them out.  Murphy runs around convinced he has only just survived another night and BARKS.  I am convinced he is saying "Good Morning, it's morning, it's breakfast time"  Kizzie likes to keep her eye on her boy and so runs out and joins in.  B is in the kitchen weighing the daily food allowance.  At this point, I generally hang out of the bedroom window and yell (words along the lines of "GET INSIDE" - not really sure as I am asleep at this point)

I dive back under the duvet and close my eyes.  I can hear clinking of discs against bowls and the kettle boiling.  Then B lets them back outside for their after breakfast ablutions.

"Morning, I have had my breakfast, goodness isn't it a nice day, I am alive, is that a dog over there ..........."

This time I yell "can I have a cup of tea please".  Hearing my voice the hooligans come running upstairs and jump on me.  I get my morning mugging, cuddle and darn good licking.

Isn't life grand

steal? Who me

I treated myself to a box of Thorntons Vanilla Fudge for Easter.  380 grams of buttery goodness.  B just found the empty box on the bed.  Murphy has a smug look on his face and keeps licking his lips. 

I made a bit of a mess today

Murphy looks so much smaller, maybe he won't need to diet after all.  I left his ears for another day.



is it spring yet?

Kizzie loves this bed, it has her puppy cardigans to snuggle up to. 

whilst Murphy prefers what we call the 'number one' bed. 

There are other beds, bigger beds to stretch out in, and the stools are there for laying on and watching the world outside.  But at this time of year they do seem to like to curl up tight and sleep the afternoon away.

We are all enjoying the blue sky and are waiting for warm air and long days.  And no mud.  I am longing for days without mud...

snow

it snowed.  Kizzie had a run on the green on her way past this morning.  She loves snow and runs around kicking her heels and skidding head first.  A more sedate walk followed.  This afternoon I took the hooligans collars off and they had a lovely play in the garden.  Charging around, boxing each other and running into the bushes.  They are now curled up asleep, Kizzie has her head on the radiator.
 

thunder and stuff

I woke up this morning to the sound of thunder.  hmm, actually it was the sound of the hooligans thundering up the stairs.  I just had time to clamp my mouth shut before Murphy jumped on me and began the morning wash.  Once my face was cleaned to his satisfaction, he lay curled up next to me with his head on my ankles.
In the meantime, Kizzie had setlled next to my head, her paws wrapped around my neck and her face nuzzled into my shoulder.  She carefully washed those places Murphy had missed and then snuggled, making am ummmmming sound.
Although a cup of tea had magically appeared on my bed side table I didn't care to move so we all snuggled together for 5 minutes until I gave in and sat up.  The cup of tea was lovely.

Isn't life just perfect sometimes :)

I did get up eventually and have spent the last hour emptying the utility room because there was a peculiar pooy pong in there.  All surfaces were cleared and scrubbed.  Shoes cleaned.  Washing machine and tumbler pulled out and cleaned behind.  Sigh.  There is still a pong.  I am washing all the coats (theirs and ours) right now and will wash the rug later. 

Hooligans have had a walk and are laying within touching distance of me, fast asleep.

Life is still pretty perfect

baths

Baths so far in 2013

Kizzie = 2
Murphy = 1