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.
