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Bamgee gave us an excellent Christmas present this year

but I think Beanz may have overdone it a little.

Perhaps she needs hair of the dog.

Santa's Helpers

Once again, us dogs have to take a back seat while Santa's Elves get on with the important business of wrapping our tripe sticks for tomorrow...

We will go off guard duty tonight and let Santa in whenever he wants to call by.

Merry Christmas Everyone!

Toymaker

Today, it was no dogs allowed, as Puppy and Piglet took their plastic milk bottle tops to the toymaker...

The toymaker pointed out all the different little plastic soldiers and figures and puppy and piglet chose what they wanted.

Then the toymaker poured the plastic into the mould , counted to 10,

and took it out of the mould.

Then he took the little figure to his workshop to file it down.

Tada! Tom Payne, the revolutionary.

And all made out of milk bottle tops.

Christmas Presents

(Do not read while eating)

While TJam was out Christmas shopping for everyone else, I started to feel guilty that Beanz, Chips and I hadn't really organised anything special for our human.

So, after much deliberation, for TJam's Christmas entertainment and present,

I used this bag to open this cupboard and do a stirling bin raiding job...

... and then I did a cartoon style, post-bin raiding poo.

Perfect.

What human could want for more?

New Obsession

I have got a new friend. I am completely obsessed with her. When she is in her owner's arms, I just tag along behind and sometimes I can't help myself and I jump up, even though I know I am not supposed to.

This is B3...

She is a lively little thing and not easy to get a photo of!

And I just can't stop following her.

Wherever she goes, I'll be there.

Brrr

TJam has been doing some shopping today. We wondered if she was going to make it home when the weather turned like THIS:

(Did you spot the optimistic little kid crossing the road with his sledge?

It was just like a Hollywood film!)

When TJam got home, we went for a most excellent walk. Beanz was overjoyed. Snow is her absolute favourite. She did her special bouncy run to celebrate.

Dear Christmas Tree Fairy

You were a lot of fun for a short period of time. I look forward to meeting you successor. I hope she falls off the tree and into my jaws, just like you did.
Your friend
Chips

Helping

I do love to help with the Christmas decorations. We can't have dangly or too sparkly stuff any more because I eat it. Hope your preparations are going well.

Triathlon

I had a little go at a triathlon on my walk.

First, a little swim...

... followed by a bracing run...

... and finally a "run while carrying a stick" because I found riding a bicycle too difficult.

Dropping Standards

On our walk the other day, we saw a glove perching on a branch in the woods...

On closer inspection, it turned out that the glove was making a very rude gesture.

We were disgusted!

Beautiful Walks

We have been having a few beautiful walks in between the pouring rain. In this scene TJam made us pretend we were Robin Hood and his Merry (Wo)Men.

It was a bit murkier on this day, but still a certain atmosphere.

Not much news, just checking in :)

Rubbish Photography

TJam did not start well when trying to get decent photos of me and Beanz.

This one of Beanz the Cheshire Cat was the most comedy of all...

Eventually we did manage to pull a little pose...

...and finally Beanz and I practised our "It wasn't me" faces, because you never know when you are going to need one of those.

Boo Hoo

TJam was comparing pet insurance on a deliciously chasable, rodent-like comparison website and then she ended up going to the co-operative (open minded and progressive no?) But I am ... wait for it ... "pet too old".

I wouldn't have minded if it had said Pet Too Valuable or Pet Too Awesome.

But no. Rejected on age. Isn't that illegal?

Happy to Stay Home

Bready took TJam to an Awesome climbing wall for her birthday present. When we learned that they had climbed 8 metres, we were glad to have been left at home.

Thoughts on Being Top Dog

I am not one.

Blissful Ignorance

If you look at that tiny black dot on the horizon of the field, you probably won't even be able to make out that naughty dog that followed the scent of a long-gone hare and then decided to eat chicken-poo fertilser. That dog blissfully unaware of the trouble I was in. As they say: ignorance is bliss. Actually, my life is bliss. Ahhhhh.

A couple of weeks ago, TJam and Fliptop took us dogs camping in Stroud.

This is the pub (which let dogs in)...

... and there were plenty of sheep-free fields and woods for us to explore.

TJam had her favourite camping food. All vegan of course...

... and Fliptop introduced TJam to a whole new area of the alcohol world. 

TJam is such a novice in matters involving spirits and liqueurs.

 We took our luxury dog bed with us, but Beanz preferred the feel of damp grass under her (getting silverier by the week) belly.

Fliptop had breakfast in bed. Or should that be bed by breakfast?

We had lunch in the pub garden and I even managed a little siesta. 

At last, I am learning how to relax.

Naughty Puppies

Only naughty Puppies would chew an envelope out of boredom or wanting their owner to come home. TJam does not expect chewing from 10 year old dogs. My bad.

Spider Season

TJam will be checking all clothes before getting dressed as spider season seems so have started early. Personally I would love to be able to get up on the ceiling and give the roaming boy spider a run for his money.

39 Steps

Today we reproduced the famous film in photographic form. I was first up the steps, with my fellow models close behind. Although in the film it is possible they went DOWN 39 steps, in which case it looks like I'm behind. I wasn't though. I am fast like the wind.

Little John - Welcome to Blogging!

Today we met Little John and Robin Hood battling it out on this bridge.

I am not sure who was winning, but they stopped duelling long enough to chat and they ended up talking about blogging. Little John hadn't heard of a blog and so TJam was saying how cool it is, and how it is like a journal but you can put photos and links and things in and that other people can leave a comment. And that you can find other people who like the same things as you. (Between you and me, TJam went on and on a bit, but only because she was excited and she wanted Little John to like blogging too...)

So, she suggested Little John have a look at this blog and see if it gives him any ideas!

Hope you did find us! I think you could write a cool blog.

When she got home, TJam went out on slug patrol. When she lifted up this seedling holder, look what she found.

I don't know who jumped higher, TJam or the toad. Actually, I do know who jumped higher. TJam. The toad was actually very laid back.

BIts and Bobs

TJam got handy with the hack saw and drill this weekend. When it next rains, I'll be able to tell you if our water butt is full, or if we have a nasty leak that someone must come and fix...

To reward herself, TJam started today with the best kind of breakfast in the world. No saucepans or washing up required (do not be concerned about the books on the cooker, those bits of hob ever get lit). She was a right meany, by the way, and did not share her tahka dahl with anyone.

So I started my day with a perfect dip in some ganky old water. Don't fret though, I haven't caught anything from it yet. Not even a moorhen, although not through lack of trying.