We didn't get wet

On Saturday afternoons it has become a bit of a tradition for me and Kizzie to go for a longer walk.  I thought we were going to get wet, but three spits and a spot and the dark cloud passed over, but it left behind a glorious rainbow.  It was a perfect arch, unfortunately I only had my phone with me so you can only see half.

Murphy is only allowed out on his lead on account of the mouse incident, so this afternoon he had a play with his ball.

do you wanna know something really gross

I woke up to 'that' sound.  Jumped up to put the light on, expecting to see Murphy throwing up.  Nope.  Kizzie was sitting on my bed looking very sorry for herself.  Big pile of nasty in front of her.  At least the quilt can go in the washing machine...

Walks on lead today.  They are not allowed anywhere near the meadow.  Kizzie has gone off with Brian, I will take Murphy when they come back.  Murphy is sitting in front of the window, head back, howling his head off.

Added later in the day --- Just come back from taking Kizzie to the vets, she has been sick several times today, and I noticed berries in one pile.  She has had an anti-sickness jab and can't have anything to eat until tomorrow, then little and often.  Hawthorn berries aren't poisonous in small quantities so our vet isn't sure that is why she was so sick. 

You know what was really gross?  When Kizzie threw up, Murphy ran and started to gobble it up. 

Yuk Yuk and again YUK

I had an autumn burst of energy this morning and got stuck in to the cleaning early.  Downstairs done I was settling into cleaning the bedroom when I heard a noise.  Course, I had to go and see what it was.  There was Murphy standing at the top of the stairs, looking a bit sorry.    My nose twitched before my eyes caught up.  There appeared to be a pile of something revolting on the stairs.  It smelt like the worst poo you could imagine.  Murphy had up-chucked.  I had to grab some towels to cover the mess, encourage him past it, he really didn't want to go near it (can't blame him, neither did I). 
With Murphy safely outside, I gathered the gear and went to see what was what.  Scraped the gunk off the carpet into a suitable recepticle and..... there was a dead mouse.  Yuk.  I said a rude word and carried on scraping.  No.  Two dead mice.  Yuk Yuk.   Stinky dead mice.  Long dead mouldy dead mice.  Yuk Yuk Yuk.  nooooooo.

I wouldn't have minded so much, but I had just hoovered the bloody stairs!!!

thwack

Kizzie is the resident cleptomaniac and so neither hooligans are allowed in my studio.  Miss 'grease lightening' managed to squeeze past me and grab the first thing she could out of the rubbish bin.  Once out in the garden there was no catching her.

Murphy wanted to know what she had got, he tried to take it and there was a little tug of war.  Then Kizzie let go and THWACK.  Murphy got slapped by the latex glove.  Kizzie grabbed it and he let go.  This went on for a couple of minutes, each in turn being slapped. 

I smiled benignly at them, lulled them into trusting me, then I grabbed the glove.  It was a little shredded but still whole.  I wouldn't trust Murphy not to swallow!

1/2 hour later and the studio was slightly re-arranged with the bin high enough that even big dogs can't dip into. 

at our house

It's not easy taking a photo of three, they won't stay still long enough.

Except when they are fast asleep. 

It was very quiet, suspiciously so.  I went to see what they were up to.  Kizzie had .. erm .. mounted Murphy and was giving it her all.

That's another first.   

FOR SALE - Two hooligans

This evening we went for our usual walk. Kizzie jumped out of the car and ran off for a poo.  As I picked it up an ear of grass pinged onto my hand and left a lovely smear of poo.  Deep Joy! 
We got through the gate without incident, then Kizzie ran off and started barking fit to wake the dead.  The little hedgehog rolled into a ball and pretended not to be there.

I got Kizzie's lead on and hauled her away, still barking at the top of her voice and yanking me back towards the hedgehog.

I finally walked away smelling of poo, with a dislocated shoulder and burst eardrum.  All the while Murphy stood next to me like a little angel, although the occasional woof comment was passed.

We did our loop of the park ok, then Kizzie legged it back to the hedgehog, poor little thing hadn't moved.  Apart from when Kizzie thwatted him with her paw.

We met a teeny tiny 11 week old chihuahua x jack russel puppy.  Stroppy little thing was barking and trying to chase Kizzie and Murphy away.  Her new mum looked worried but we reasured her that the hooligans were friendly.  That's not what she was worried about - she thought the chihuahua might turn out to be a stroppy bitey dog!  Reassured that it was ok to let the dogs sort it out themselves, little ruby eventually calmed down and stopped trying to massacre K&M.  What a trooper, and a lucky little dog whose humans want to do what's best for her.  I hope we meet her again.

After the excitement we strolled back to the park gate, the hedgehog had disappeared, and all was well.  Out of the corner of my eye I saw Murphy gobbling something.  Nooooooo!  I think it was cat poop.  I guess we will be seeing that again.  I still haven't got the stain off the carpet from the other day when he up-chucked everything he had eaten for the past three days!  I was going to slope off for a few days in September for a rest and re-charge, but I guess I may need the money to pay for a new carpet.  This one will be mud coloured.

How much to buy my babies?  Hahaha you couldn't afford them ;)

Kizzie and Murphy go to the seaside

A good FIRST for Murphy - he went to the seaside.

Kizzie remembered and immediately ran off closely followed by Murphy of course.  But they came back :)

Murphy learned not to get down wind of Kizzie when she is digging.  Murphy wasn't interested which is very telling, now I know for sure who digs up the garden....

It was hard to get a photo of them in the sea as they were charging about and wouldn't stand still

We had a lovely day.