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Wow, lots of things have been going down around here, but TJam has not had time to sort out our blog. In the mean time, I am going to tell you about this morning. I walked in a bush where a human had had diarrhea and I got my head, ears and neck drizzled on. TJam was fuming about people pooing al fresco. I mean, it is liberating and all that, but humans should know better and at least dig a little hole or something. Even our cat does that. Or at least not do it at dog head height.

Anyway, it must have been bad because when I got home and TJam had finished ranting about disgusting humans, I actually hopped into the bath tub of my own accord so TJam could shower me off. Yup, it was that unpleasant.

TJam didn't take a photo. We don't want evidence of that sort of thing. Besides which, she was late for work.

Lucky Find

It's our lucky day. We found a football on our walk.

Baby Chilled

We were recently invited to a very special occasion. It was Baby Chilled (that's his spy name) welcome and naming ceremony. We drove miles to the middle of nowhere.

We were welcomed by Baby Chilled and his mummy and uncle.

Tjam said she would put up the tent. Chips thought she was being helpful, lying on the tent. TJam didn't think that helped very much at all.

Eventually, she got it sorted and I loved the view: sheep! everywhere! I liked to bark at the sheep every now and again when no one was expecting it. It made them jump.

Of course, our tent did not look as cool as our neighbours'. They are professionals and their tent had a proper bed, magic carpet and heater. In fact, I would have gone in there, but for the fact I was tethered to our van.

Anyway, we had the welcome ceremony. The humans said it was beautiful. I was a bit nervous of the popping champagne, but I held it together. Just. That is one lucky baby, I can tell you.

Then, everyone chilled. TJam took us up onto the moors. It was so fab.

In the evening, we had a barbeque. TJam was so proud of us.

Well, she was until I stole a cumberland sausage off an unattended plate. By that time though, she had chilled out herself so I did not get told off too much.

At night, the humans made wishes for the baby and then sent lanterns up into the sky. This is Mummy and Daddy Chilled's lantern, with their wishes for Baby Chilled.


The next day, TJam got up early and we climbed right to the top of the hill. TJam fell into a bog up to her knees. Her life flashed before her eyes but she managed to get out and with both wellies to boot. She had to spend the rest of the morning in her pyjama bottoms though.

Here is the view from the top of the hill. It was a bit cloudy so you can't see much, but the house we were staying at is down there somewhere. It might be that whitish thing that my left ear is pointing at.

Then we came down for breakfast. A little girl fell over in a puddle but she was very laid back about it. She is a professional festival goer I expect.


Sadly, we had to come home. When TJam unpacked, what a lovely surprise! Kathryn (that is not her spy name but we don't know her quirks well enough yet to give her one) had packed us a spare cumberland sausage since we apparently love them so much. No need to steal this one. It was freely given.


Thank you Mummy, Daddy and Baby Chilled for a great weekend!

Wordless Wednesday

Graffiti

Now the floor is complete. Either Bob the Builder has a sense of humour, or some random yuuf has graffitied our floor.

Art Nouveau

Chips and I didn't go for the plane concrete floor of our new porch. Nope, we made our own design. TJam wanted to join us in the fun, but she is so socially conditioned that she didn't dare. What kind of upbringing must she have had?!

About 2 hours later, and with encouragement from here facebook friends, TJam built up enough courage to add her handprint. By that time it had started to harden so she had to stand on her own hand to make any kind of impression at all.


The only one who didn't join in the fun is Carlsberg. She is not allowed in the porch area til the windows are in so her pawprints will not be preserved for prosterity. She doesn't care.

Colour Scheme

Can you guess what colour our porch has been painted? I'll give you a clue. Does my bum look big in this?

Alien Craft

I was out in the garden the other day, when a funny thing appeared on our lawn. Well, lawn is a very grand word for my teardrop of grass, but that is its name. Lawn.

I had a good look. Then TJam put some sticks in it. I don't want to lose my "curiosity" reputation, so I went in to have a look. Turns out TJam and the dogs are going on a camping trip. I am the only one not going, and I am the only one showing any enthusiasm round here.

Wait a minute. I am not invited? I jumped up on the tent and made 9 little holes in it. That'll teach 'em.

(Actually, I jumped on the tent to try and climb up it and fell off in a You've Been Framed movement, but don't tell anyone. They can quake at my vengance.)

Being 8

The best bit about being 8 is that no one suspects anything if you ask to nip out into the garden and that gives you plenty of time to trash stuff before anyone comes looking for you. Roaching and pulling a wild 'I couldn't help myself' yet cute face should do the trick. Failing that, run for it.

Resistance

I will not move until I am good and ready. I don't care if TJam's mum IS coming to visit tomorrow, and TJam wants to cut my lawn.

Spot the Dog

Can you spot me? Sorry for any disappointment to those who thought TJam might have tidied up after the last messy bench photo.

Plug

TJam was wondering why the water butt wasn't filling up. Looks like I make a pretty good plug.

Yellow ball

There is an unfamiliar yellow ball in the sky. Does anyone have any idea what it might be and should we worry? I'll just hide here in the grass til you tell me it's safe.

From Beanz

Folderee folderah

This weekend we loved to go a wandering, along the mountain track. Well, it wasn't actually a mountain. It was completely flat. But i don't know a song about a flat track.

That's Life

Esther Ranson eat your heart out. TJam's dad has grown a hilariously shaped tomato. I am not allowed to eat it. Comedy fruit and veg has no value to me.

Dogfather

While TJam has been sleeping on the floor at her parents' house, I have been taking advantage of the laid back mornings and the bed linen at a dog friendly level. Zzz

Summary

British summer summarised in one sky. Plus TJam has just sprung a hole in her wellies.

King of the Castle

I am officially King (or Queen actually) of my castle. TJam took it apart and reassembled shorter and on top of the cupboard. I LOVE my hammock 8' high. It is GREAT.

Now Chips can't climb up and try to eat my food. It was getting boring.

Blog n sniff

Guess who will be having a bath when they get home. Boo hoo.

Underdog

When there is only one plastic bottle on the field, all I can do is watch and wonder. I know my place.