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Wednesday, 20 June 2018


Team towpath on a mission!

It seems we are heading somewhere. Mummy says we are going to be cruising almost every day for the next three weeks or so. She says we will have lots of locks to work and lots of miles of towpath to workywalkies. I'm liking the sound of this!

Today was all about locks. Eleven of them spread along about two and a half miles. We had a nice lockyworkymanhuman with us all the way so Mummy didn't have to go across to the other side of the locks. Jim did all of that. Jim had doggy biccies in his pocket too! I like Jim!

I got to sit and wait a LOT while all the windy-uppy-windy-downy-pushy-pully stuff went on. That meant I simply had to absorb all the fusses and admirations from all the passersby and other floatyboatypeople. It was a tough job, but it had to be done!

Three photos:

1 Dishwasher prewash service poised for action beside the breakfast table. Apparently the little brown things are called Bran Flakes. Apparently they are good for my botty. I think they are good for my tummy! Yummy!

2 Me workywalkiesing Mummy along the grassy towpath. This was a bit of a challenge in places as the ground was quite rough and jagged in places, so I had to keep Mummy on the good bits as far as possible. Also, there was a lot of overhanging greenstuff. I had to try to keep mummy away from it because when she touched it with her front leg, she said lots of 'Ouch'es and other things I don't think she is supposed to say. It seems that some of the greenthings make human furless areas go all blobbly and ouchy.

3 Me lying atop a lock supervising.

Tuesday, 19 June 2018

Eat Myself!

Mummy threw Oaks into the canal and the quacking featherballs gobbled every bit! She said it was good for them. She said it was not for me. She said doggies don't eat porridge oaks. Well, I think I should be allowed the chance to judge for myself whether or not I would like to eat little bits of myself! Hufff!

Monday, 18 June 2018

Niffy Bum!

I need to file a report ....... to the pooch police......

Mummy is a right old cruel..... wicked...... meaniemeaniebum!

I took Daddy on a long walkies this morning to the mouth-drips shop. He got me the biggest bone ever! Meaniebum Mummy has shut it away in the white chillycupboard!! I can't get at it! HOOOOOOWWWWWWLLLLLLLLLL!
She says I have a bad enough case of bone bum today, so I have to wait a couple of days before I get to munch any more! How cruel is that??

I have registered my protest; I sat down and got a strange little tickle of the botty. Then the air turned a bit niffy so I walked away and left Mummy to steep in it!

Sunday, 17 June 2018

Boydoggy Playstuff!

Wowwweeee! Now that's what I call a superduper Sunday!

A nice long workywalkies to church, meeting and greeting lots of humanpals, a snooze on the carpet through all the humanhowling and yacketying. That was all a good start. Then came a little more workywalkies to get to a FREERUN! Then a bit more workywalkies back to floatyboatyhome. That was only a very brief visit home though - just long enough to hop aboard, then hop off again (I think Daddy collected some bottles of human drinking water), then another walkies. This led us to the most fantabulous whole afternoon of poochplay with my buddy Jasper! Ear-chewing, jowl-tugging, chasing and rolling and errrr..... well..... you know..... boydoggy playstuff!

I did have one surprise; in Jasper's garden I found a huge blue cushion. I jumped up onto it...... except it turned out it wasn't a cushion..... I ended up IN it ..... up to my belly in water! Oooops! It got me a great towelrub though! Heeheee!

Photo shows Jasper and me having a good boxing match.
Jasper is a white and grey staffie x frenchie. We are in Jasper's living room by the sofa which has Jasper's Mummy, Jan on it.

Below is a link to a short video of us playing!


Saturday, 16 June 2018


Mummy says this re-tyring process thingy could take a couple of years or so because it is going to be difficult to find another dog as awesome as me!!!! (Ahem…. headswell!). But I am wondering if today has been a bit of a practice. Today has been all about a couple of leisurely walkies and a lot of bone-work! I think I can cope with this idea!

Photo shows me lying on a towel on the wooden floor of floatyboatyhome, with my front legs wide apart and a big juicy bone in between them! Yummy work!!

Friday, 15 June 2018

New Dog!

We've been inspected...Checked-up-on....assessed!

Mummy's talkybone dingalinged, Mummy yacked to it, then it was action stations; harness on, lead on and 'let's go'.....

Great! I thought...... 'Let's go find Tesco's' Mum said.......Ugh! How boring! Ploddypaws mode deployed! Sniff destraction attempted - with limited success.....But we didn't actually go to Tesco's - we kept going 'Straight on' past - through the twitten and on all the way to the busy road. We got to the bleepycrossing where we sometimes go across, I checked with Mummy, but she said 'Not today. Straight on'. So straight on we went...... all the way to the end, then to the bleepycrossing there. Then I had to 'get the button'.  Yummy! I do enjoy being asked to 'get the button' those buttons dispense worthwhile rewards! Then it was across the road when the bleeper bleeped. I got all hopeful then that we would go straight on and into the twitten system where I've got to freerun before. No though. Mummy got it all wrong and insisted on 'Find left'. That meant more plodding along the pavement with quite a few stops at kerbs. Then it was a 'find the towpath' - that meant a right turn and a 'find the steps', then 'Downsteps' and 'Find right' along the towpath and back to floatyboatyhome.

When we arrived at floatyboatyhome, Mummy removed my harness and lead and then I spotted a familiar blue fursubstitute top on a ladyhuman that I remember from a while ago. She is a Guide Dogs Mobility Instructor (or Obey Me Or Else OMOE) called Micheala. She is really nice! I gave her a special demonstration display of my best side as I had a good roll and rub on the towpath before getting aboard floatyboatyhome.

After that, it was time for me to retreat to my hideyhole under the table while the inevitable hours and hours and hours of human yacketying went on. At least the subject of the yacketying was important: ME! It seems that I am still doing OK, but I think I heard stuff about something called 're-tyre-ring' sometime in the not too distant future. I am sure I heard mention of Mummy beginning the process of 'going on the waiting list for a new dog'........ Hooooooowwwwwwwllllllllll! I am really not sure I like the sound of that ..... although I did pick up on something that implies that means I might get a buddy to live with. Mummy assures me though, that, for now, I am still her hairy hero and her number one boy and nothing is going to happen anytime soon. Phewwww! That's OK then. I don't think I want to be re-tyred yet.

Photo shows me lying down aboard floatyboatyhome, beside OMOE Michaela, with Mummy behind me.

Tuesday, 12 June 2018

Not Impressed!

That was the bestest ever visit to Tescos!

I thought it was going to be really boring, so I confess to a bit of ploddypawsing! However, it turned out to be good that I did. If I hadn't slowed Mummy down, we would have got into the shop much sooner and I would have missed Ziva.
Ziva is a four month old me! Well, nearly.... she isn't quite like me - she has a bit missing in the 'important' area. I think that is what makes her a girlie and me a boy. That doesn't matter though. What matters is that we had a fantabulous time kanoodling while our humans had a yacketying session. What those humans don't know is what I was saying to Ziva in doggyspeak! Hahhhaaaa! Heehee! They will ever know the secrets I let her in on.

Later, Daddy was a meanie; he went out without me! I was not impressed! I had to stay and look after Mummy! Well... that bit is OK, but I was still not impressed about being left behind. It seems that he went to one of those mouth-drippy stripey shops. He came back with a bag that smelled utterly delectable! Most of its contents went into that chilly cupboard that makes everything go all solid. I managed to forgive Daddy’s meanieness though when he gave me a big juicy bone! The rest of the day seems to have passed by while I did my best to shrink that bone. I have done quite well but I will save some for tomorrow!

5 photos;
3 of my kanoodling meeting with little Ziva.
1 of my afternoon job on that bone!