- by TJam
Well, I had happily booked a new experience. Outdoor theatre to wish Mum a happy birthday and thank her for keeping my house and 3 animals in tact during my weekend away.
And so we togged up and got a blanket to sit on and a picnic and set off for the walled garden for "chuckles and chills" of the Hound of the Baskerville...
When we arrived at the carpark, there were only 3 other cars there, even though there were only 10 minutes to curtain.
So before we paid £1.50 for parking I checked the ticket.
Why would I have bought 2 tickets for the Sunday evening when I didn't know what time I would return home from a weekend away? And why, in my mind, had I bought tickets for the Monday evening?
No matter. I had bought tickets for the day before, yet we were standing there, the day after, picnic and cushions in hand...
So, Mum nearly killed my dog, and I nearly gave her a birthday present but didn't. It turned out the surprise present was as much as a surprise to me as it was to her. Are we equal?
Or am I just a fool?
Monday, 21 July 2008
Sunday, 20 July 2008
Good News or Bad News?
- by TJam
When you have been away for the weekend, it is quite a jolt to hear your (lovely and very appreciated) house and animal sitter say, "Do you want the good news first, or the bad news?"
In true, optomistic style, I opted for the bad news first.
But first you need to know Rules of the House
1. You shall close the stairgate when the dogs are unattended (see here)
2. You shall not leave food items without a cupboard, especially not dark chocolate, which I think we have mentioned, is poisonous to dogs.
"Well," said my lovely housesitter, who we shall call "Mum" for the purpose of this story. I nipped up the shops and I forgot to close the stairgate. Um. I had some dark chocolate in my bedroom.
So what was the good news?
Well, this time, it was only two and a half times a fatal dose, which is really small fry compared with last time. and it was caught in good time and not 6 hours later.
"Mum" had recognised the MO and Beanz and Carlsberg were immediately dismissed as suspects. Not an item of clothing was creased, and yet a bar of chocolate had disappeared from inside its "good as new" wrapper from the bottom of a suitcase. There was only one guilty party in the running.
Luckily, Nero's pal drove a transportless "mum" and Chips to PetMedics, the after hours vet where our vet-phobic canine friend spent an hour in the surgery, throwing up. Ah, the miracles of modern medicine. When they checked in, the vet asked, "Does a cat called Carlsberg live at that residence?"
The shame.
Chips came home none the worse for wear. If a little hungrier.
And so, there is lots of good news. Chips has survived her 2nd bout of chocolate poisoning. I will be updating my info-sheet for future dog-sitters.
And no one will ever leave food not in a cupboard again.
PS I had a good weekend away, if you were wondering. All the better for coming home to the 3 living pets I left on Friday ;)
PPS My first question was, "Did you get a photo?" but Mum is not a professional blogger, and put Chips's health as her first priority.
When you have been away for the weekend, it is quite a jolt to hear your (lovely and very appreciated) house and animal sitter say, "Do you want the good news first, or the bad news?"
In true, optomistic style, I opted for the bad news first.
But first you need to know Rules of the House
1. You shall close the stairgate when the dogs are unattended (see here)
2. You shall not leave food items without a cupboard, especially not dark chocolate, which I think we have mentioned, is poisonous to dogs.
"Well," said my lovely housesitter, who we shall call "Mum" for the purpose of this story. I nipped up the shops and I forgot to close the stairgate. Um. I had some dark chocolate in my bedroom.
So what was the good news?
Well, this time, it was only two and a half times a fatal dose, which is really small fry compared with last time. and it was caught in good time and not 6 hours later.
"Mum" had recognised the MO and Beanz and Carlsberg were immediately dismissed as suspects. Not an item of clothing was creased, and yet a bar of chocolate had disappeared from inside its "good as new" wrapper from the bottom of a suitcase. There was only one guilty party in the running.
Luckily, Nero's pal drove a transportless "mum" and Chips to PetMedics, the after hours vet where our vet-phobic canine friend spent an hour in the surgery, throwing up. Ah, the miracles of modern medicine. When they checked in, the vet asked, "Does a cat called Carlsberg live at that residence?"
The shame.
Chips came home none the worse for wear. If a little hungrier.
And so, there is lots of good news. Chips has survived her 2nd bout of chocolate poisoning. I will be updating my info-sheet for future dog-sitters.
And no one will ever leave food not in a cupboard again.
PS I had a good weekend away, if you were wondering. All the better for coming home to the 3 living pets I left on Friday ;)
PPS My first question was, "Did you get a photo?" but Mum is not a professional blogger, and put Chips's health as her first priority.
Thursday, 17 July 2008
My Impression of...
- by Carlsberg.
Can you guess who it is yet?
Yes, Bob Carolgees and Spit the dog.
KWWWWIIIIIPPPPP TTTTAAAHHH
Wednesday, 16 July 2008
Tuesday, 15 July 2008
Monday, 14 July 2008
Respect - Trainers - Earth
Dear Carlsberg
Whilst searching for the source of a cat-wee smell (which turned out to be my trainers) I found some feline cat paw shaped marks in Steven Patrick's earth and some distinct "covering up of wee" mounds. As you know, Steven Patrick is a 19 year old Cheese Plant and winner of Zoe Ball's Breakfast Show Honours List "Listener of the Year" award 1999. I think that using his pot as a litter tray is a bit disrespectful, even if it doesn't smell.
Please could you use the £4.49/10 litre ethically sourced wood pellets in your tray, or better still... GO OUTSIDE. WHAT DO YOU THINK THE CATFLAP AND CATPROOF GARDEN IS FOR?!!? I used up a Christmas and birthday present for the catproofing, so I don't think a bit of appreciation is too much to ask for. Do you?
Love from TJam.
PS I am sorry I blamed you for the trainers. I didn't know trainers could smell like cat wee.
Unless....
You haven't.
Have you?
Whilst searching for the source of a cat-wee smell (which turned out to be my trainers) I found some feline cat paw shaped marks in Steven Patrick's earth and some distinct "covering up of wee" mounds. As you know, Steven Patrick is a 19 year old Cheese Plant and winner of Zoe Ball's Breakfast Show Honours List "Listener of the Year" award 1999. I think that using his pot as a litter tray is a bit disrespectful, even if it doesn't smell.
Please could you use the £4.49/10 litre ethically sourced wood pellets in your tray, or better still... GO OUTSIDE. WHAT DO YOU THINK THE CATFLAP AND CATPROOF GARDEN IS FOR?!!? I used up a Christmas and birthday present for the catproofing, so I don't think a bit of appreciation is too much to ask for. Do you?
Love from TJam.
PS I am sorry I blamed you for the trainers. I didn't know trainers could smell like cat wee.
Unless....
You haven't.
Have you?
What's a Mini Trampoline For?
by Beanz
I have discovered a better use for a mini trampoline:
Very comfy.
Very comfy.Monday, 7 July 2008
Sunny Days
- by Beanz
And miraculously, TJam managed to take a half decent picture of my where I don't look completely dopey.
Yes, we have actually had a couple of sunny days. Last week it was. During our walk, Chips and I had a little sit down in the long grass.
And miraculously, TJam managed to take a half decent picture of my where I don't look completely dopey.
Wednesday, 2 July 2008
Quiet weekend
- by Beanz
We ignored the extreme frisbee players in the background and I managed to stay away from the picnickers. Bamgee plays a mean game of blue plastic bottle tug.
This weekend we went to the park with Bamgee. I found a lovely blue plastic bottle for a game.
We ignored the extreme frisbee players in the background and I managed to stay away from the picnickers. Bamgee plays a mean game of blue plastic bottle tug.
Tuesday, 1 July 2008
Freeeeeeeeeeeeeeedom!
- by Carlsberg
It's all been going on around here. As you know, I have been incarcerated in the house for the last 7 months. For my own safety apparently.
So, TJam's dad came up and put some spectacular netting around our fence to keep me in and my mortal enemies out. It took him 2 weeks!
And here we have it, my first minute of freedom:
When TJam home from work, she found me basking in the waste honeysuckle, waiting to go in the green bin.
And finally a short film to express my joy:
When TJam home from work, she found me basking in the waste honeysuckle, waiting to go in the green bin.
And finally a short film to express my joy:
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