Get well soon Daddy!

Mum says 'Thank you for all the kind words'. She seems to be a bit better. At least she got out of bed today! Actually, better than that; I got to take her for a bit of a workywalkies. Dad has been in bed all day today though - well, mainly in bed.....in between visits to the spending bowl! He hasn't been barking in a bowl though like Mum was! I rather suspect that the workywalkies with Mum was because Mum was slightly less icky than Dad, so I had to take her to get some essentials. One of those essentials was apparently VERY essential: a bottle of those squirtysuds they use on their paws!

It was good to be out strutting my stuff and I think Mum really needed my help. She was a bit wobbly sometimes, especially on the way back. When we got back aboard home, she flumped on the sofa and didn't do much else all day.

I think she was pleased with me though. She told me I had been a super good boy and gave me a huge knobblyknucklebone. Suddenly, the rest of the day staying in was rather appealling!

Oh! I should have told you all; my fame is spreading! I feature in something called a blog, done by a nice visitor who came to our boat a little while ago. The nice manhuman Bob, with his teddybear Bertie.

www.mindfullybertie.org.uk

Get well soon Mummy...

Strange goings on! Last night I got a double sized bed. Dad made my sofa into its bed format. I had to share it though. Mum spent the night on it with me. Well, most of the night. She kept getting up and going into the bathroom, sitting on the spending bowl, then barking and growling into a bowl.

This morning, instead of getting up, she went to bed! Her normal bed, that is. She stayed there all day. I had to take Daddy walkies, but we've ended up having a very lazy day.

I've given Mummy my special loves so I hope this helps to make her better.

Toot Toot, Parp Parp...

Loads of fusses. Loads of admiration. Loads of meeting and greeting. That seems to have been the main order of today. Most of it was in the shop that we have been setting up. It is a slightly odd shop though. There are no shinydisks or flappy rectangles involved. Nobody is buying anything. Instead, people seem to bringing things in, getting them all wrapped in colourful stuff and taking them away again. Lots of minihumans have been coming in to do stuff with markysticks, markysheets, stickystuff, shinydust and various other peculiar things. Some of them have been putting colourful stuff on yummies too. That meant I had a bit of hoovering to do. Minihumans are messy - maybe they could be worth getting used to!

I also had to take Mum on a few workywalkies missions too. These were around town. One was to Wilkos where I managed to steer her to the checkout where my friend Pauline was. That was another nice meeting and greeting!

As we walked back through town there was a group of humans standing making noise with various toot-toot, parp-parp, oompah-oompah shinybones. I tried to join in with a few hearty big woofs but Mum didn't seem too impressed! I think I made her jump a bit with my first note. Heehee! Oops!

Disappearing Food...

Workywalkies in soggy Newbury. Fusses and a lie down in the shop where we were doing all that setting up thing last week. It seems it is now all setted up. More soggy workywalkies to Sainsbury's. In there, I guided Mum and her wheelie-cage-thing aaaaaaallll the way around. As we were going down the final aisle, I tried to be patient while she squinted to find the little green balls she wanted from the chilly cabinets. The problem was though, that I just couldn't wait to do my duty in guiding her to the most important aisle in the shop. I had to work really rather hard in pulling her to that very last section. When I had succeeded and my nose was firmly planted for a good hopeful sniff around, she told me I was a cheeky oik! She said we don't need more doggy treats. Well, I dispute that very much! How could she possibly think that way! It was clearly a blimmin good job I had done that firm tugging! It would seem that a pack of dried chicken strips 'fell' into the wheelie-cage-thing! Heehee!

After a little wait outside, Dad came and picked us up in the car. We went to that place where Dad gives the car a drink from a green squirtysnake with a big long nose that pokes right into the hole in the back of the car. (Strange place to have a drink!) Then we went back to our floatyboatyhome where Dad took the shopping aboard and came back a few moments later.

A bit of a longish drive later, we arrived at Rosie's home. Now, I remembered that last time we were there, I found a yummy bowl on the kitchen floor. I went straight into the kitchen this time and, sure enough, there it was again! Sadly though, Dad rumbled my plan and hoiked me away. Then meanie Mum disappeared the rest to where I couldn't get to it. Hufffff! She also wouldn't let me at the sausages in the gravelbox in the hall. Doublehuff! At least I didn't get spiked at by the hissing furball this time though. Actually, I didn't find him. I'm sure he was there - way under the sofabed, but I don't fit there.

I did get quite brave with little Hallie microhuman. I plucked up the courage to hoover right next to her. Well... she was making a right megamess with her yummies. I couldn't leave it to get squished into the carpet could I?!!!

I workywalkiesed Mum along the road in Worthing for a bit of the way before Dad rescued us from the soggies again. We are now back home afloat and I can definitely declare that my positive guiding in Saibsbury's was worthwhile. That dried chicken strip was delectable!

Another Packet...

Back on our floatyboatyhome again! Aaaah! Cozy snoozy snuggles!

It certainly hasn't been an idle day. Nearly 4 miles workywalkies and a couple of good games of chase in the Clifftop park started the day nicely. I took Mum into town where I had to "Find the arcade", then the little shop with lots of shiny sparkly things and lots of tickydisks. I got lots of lovely fusses in there and Mum got a shiny sparkly thing to put on her pawpointer. She seems really pleased with this.

After a successful mission in guiding Mum on the best route back, ie the route along the pawmenade then up the zigzag, we found ourselves in the Clifftop park - Heehee! Well, to be truthful, the 'heehee' came at the bottom of the zigzag; I gave Mum my bestest pleading look and it worked! She removed my lead, noseband and bra and decided to puff and pant up behind me! I really don't understand why she finds it so hard. I just whizz up there. Four paws vs two paws - no contest!

The freerun fun continued around the park too, where I had two great games of chase - one with a tiny toy poodle pocket rocket whose little legs went so fast they were a blur, and then a littlish black who-knows-what-mixture lad. Both were such great fun that we didn't even stop to exchange names! Oops!

Mum ended up slightly ahead of me going through the twitten that leads from the park back to the road. She whistled for me to come, which I did - but not before finding myself a lovely stick. I raced to Mum with my prize and she laughed at me before giving me my recall reward yummy. That, of course, meant I had to put my stick down. Next thing I know is my noseband, lead and bra going back on. That's fine. I don't mind that at all......except that it meant I couldn't pick up my stick again. That was mean, Mummy! She said something about sticks being dangerous and not allowed! I gave her my most pathetic whimpering sad look I could muster but it was no use. The stick stayed in the park! Harrrumph!

Upon return to Granny's flat, we found another little parcel on the prickly mat. This one was OK though, unlike yesterday's little surprise (Mum says the Directors of the block - whoever they are! and The Guide Dogs for the Blind Association (UK)​ - are dealing with that incident!). It was a delivery that Mum WAS expecting. When she opened it, she put this neck-wrapper on me. She says it is very smart and that my waggly wand is my waggly tail! I have no idea what she is on about but I am happy to wear it as it makes her smile - and it gets me extra fusses and attentions! Heehee!

I've taken Dad for a longish walkies this evening here in Newbury so I am definitely ready for MummySofaSnuggles!

Photo of me lying on beige carpet wearing my new bandana. It is black and has white squiggles on it saying "DOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WAGGERY" and a Harry Potter zap!

Meany Mum!

Mummy is soooooo mean! Humans get to have a whole tree indoors and she won't let me have my little twig!

Photo of me in harness, sat on tarmac with a large (maybe 2 feet long) curved thickish stick on the ground in front of me. Looking most miffed!

Downloading.....

My poop must be something very special!

Every time I do a download, Mum or Dad gathers it up in a little bag, does a fiddlytwiddly thing with the top of the bag, then puts it inside another bag and fiddlytwiddlied that too. Next, I have to 'Find the bin' and my offering is placed carefully inside the bin. That was exactly what happened this morning. Little blue bags with pawprints on. Placed safely inside one of the huge bins in the bin-prison here at Granny's flat.

I then took Mum workywalkies into town. When we got back to the front door (inside - the actual door to the flat, not the outside door to the stairs), there on the little prickly rectangle by the door was that little blue bag! If I hadn't pointed it out to Mum, I think she would have squished it with her back paw! This has never happened before, so I guess I have to conclude that I produced something very special today!

Mum didn't seem too impressed! She then found a folded up white markysheet with black squiggles on it. Apparently this came through the flap in the door a couple of days ago. Apparently it says something about "Stop filling our bins with filthy dog mess". Well! I know I'm not exactly a tiny dog but "FILL" the bins? Really? There are three of them and they are huuuuuge!

Mum ended up yacketying loads on her talkybone. She has been assured that she IS doing nothing wrong and that this note and returned offering is out of order! I have no idea what any of that means but I kind of got the impression that Mum was not happy. She said something about there must be someone here who hates me! Huff!

I gave her my loves and snuggles! I also got to take her for another nice long workywalkies this evening. That cheered her up. It was much nicer than this morning. We got very soggy going into town! The silly sky was leaking. Now, I do love getting wet - but NOT when I'm working. My kind of happy wet is mucky wet. Sky leakage is far too clean!

The little blue bag of my doggydownload on the doormat. White front door, brown patterned mat, my head to the right.

The notice saying "STOP FILLING OUR REFUSE BINS WITH FILTHY DOG MESS"