POST

every day we have a battle to get to the post before Kizzie does,either she takes great exception to things coming through the letter box, or she thinks it must be for her.  Whatever the reason, she barks like a mad thing, grabs the mail as it comes through and then runs to the window with it, waving it at the postman.
The usual solution to this was to shut the hooligans in the study whilst the postman delivered.  Sadly these days there isn't a time frame and the post comes at all times of the day.
We decided to teach Kizzie not to grab the post.  Much yelling of 'leave it' didn't make much difference so we moved to the punishment method.  When she grabs the post she has to lay in her space under the stairs until we say she can come out.

Today I watched her grab the post, wave it at the postman, drop it on the stool and run and lay under the stairs.  I guess she has decided the punishment is worth the crime.  Sigh!

July 2013

wet dog

one very wet dog just meandered through the house.  B said "how has she got so wet" as he ran past in the opposite direction.  Followed by "bl**dy dog!".  At the same time, a second quite wet dog sauntered in.
Someone (she shall remain nameless) had managed to turn the hosepipe on.  Goodness knows how much water we wasted but two hairy beings had a lovely time. 

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...