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28 February 2010
I’m going bald!! I’m so sorry but I’m too ill to write my blog today. I’ve been ill this week
with a serious attack of baldness and it has left me with only enough energy to lie around the house all day, watching TV.
I’m told that this illness is normally limited to middle-aged men, but I wouldn’t know because my dad is
so young and handsome! (Nige: thanks Boo – I’ll feed you later). However,
Teddy has been nagging me for ages to have a go at blogging, so just for once I’m letting him steal my thunder.
He won’t be as amusing as me, or as delicate, but with my dad’s editing we should end up with something
pithy and readable. Go for it Teddy Boy: -----------
I don’t
know. I can’t. What should I do next? This is so exciting.
Hey, I’m a terrier. Why didn’t they call me Terry? I don’t
know. Anyway. I want to tell you what life is like here.
It’s hell. Yes, hell. In the last month I got locked out all night. I got
attacked by a Boxer dog. Stupid boxer dog. My dad forgot to feed me when he fed the
others. Yes. Stupid dad. And I got locked out again when we arrived
home the other day. I went for a pee. What, dad prefers me to pee in the house?
Ok next time. Stupid dad. Have you seen Boo’s bald patch? Amazing!
That’s it. I’m done. I hate blogging. Does anybody
read it? I doubt it. I’m a terrier. Why didn’t they call
me Terry?
Yes, well thank you Terry. Most enlightening. I’ll call you when you’re
next needed, ok? You did forget to mention a few important things though, so I’ll just take over
for a second. Is that ok? Thank you Terry. I just wanted to send
the warmest of wishes to the Scottish ladies who came all the way down here this weekend, through snow, tornado’s and
glaciers, to be at our workshops on Saturday. A very large wet Boo-lick for you!
I’m glad you came this week, because
next weekend we won’t be around – our caravan opens again –yipppeeeee! I also just HAD
to show you this photo from when my dad painted the kitchen last weekend. Mum made the mistake of telling
him he had some paint on his face. Tee Hee.
Well, that’s all from me for now. I need to go and research the prices
of suitable toupes!!
Oh
– and go check out my mum’s blog. She’s giving away candy – for FREE. Boo x
21 January 2010
Yippee – Spring is here! Yes, once
the Christmas tree is down, Teddy has stopped ‘celebrating’ (for want of a better word) and that noisy New Year
thing is done (why DO people do that?), Spring comes a rolling through the door. At least that was what
I was thinking, until I got up one morning, stepped out of the back door, and was up to my icicles in lovely white cold sticky
snow. Such fun!
What was really cool – apart from the snow obviously –
was that we got to go on lots of walks in the woods and it was really beautiful.
One thing I couldn’t believe is just how small my dad’s
size 10 wellies looked in the snow. We really must feed him up a bit more! People following
us around on our walk must have been pretty scared eh – thinking there was a dwarf and his dog up ahead (all dwarfs
are men – I’ve seen Snow White)!
Mum didn’t often come out with us because she’s ‘really
busy’. Actually she wasn’t. She spent most of Christmas and the snowy days
tucked up warm inside, feeding her face with After Eights and Roses. But she was brave enough to join us
on one of our night walks down the farmers fields. Dad won’t usually do that – he says it’s
not robbers who are after his money that scare him, it’s monsters that are after his blood – but everything looked
so beautiful. It was the day that the snow had just fallen and it was really sticky – perfect for
snowmen and snowballs. The snow was fun but it was starting to get me mad because it was sticking to my
fur and my nose and everything. Trust Teddy to spoil things. He suddenly started to
slow down, and after a few more yards he ground to a halt altogether. Naturally I went to investigate and
I was rolling around laughing when I realised that he had 2000 snowballs stuck to his tummy and legs and physically couldn’t
walk any further. He just got all jammed up. Fantastic!
We’re all back to normal though aren’t we. Grey skies, dull and dreary weather,
inconsistent bin-men not doing their collections, and MUD! Oh boy, oh boy, I do so love mud!
My most favourtie is to go swimming in the river when my dad is telling me not to, and then rolling around in the mud
with my friend Goldie. Bliss!
Oh yeah, and I’ve just remembered why we don’t often invite my mum out walking with us.
It’s so embarrassing – even the local rambling anoraks have a chuckle.
One punishment for all that swimming and mud-rolling is the dreaded bath when I get home. Dad
has to heave-ho me into it, so to get my own back I always make sure that my dad is more wet than me. He
doesn’t bath me too often!
Ah well, at least I can steal 40 winks afterwards in one of our luxurious
dog beds. Can you believe it? What is WRONG with the people who I live with?
Can’t they see how big I am? Duh!
Well, that’s all from me for now, but I’ll hurry home and be back soon!
Tara luvs, Boo x
1 December 2009
Well – it’s been so long hasn’t it? I
wonder what you’ve been up to all these months. The time has flown for me – mainly because
I sleep it away – Tee Hee. I’ve had a few holidays since we last spoke. Mum and dad took us dawgs to the seaside
and that was really great fun. You can see photo’s of that on my mum’s blog. Me
and Teddy spent two hours running up and down the beach, up and down, and up and down again, chasing seagulls.
Then, we’ve been to the caravan a few times too and I’m told I’ve been a really good girl.
This is me relaxing on the balcony. Life is hard! My mum and dad had to go last
weekend though, and lock it all up for the winter, but I wasn’t allowed that time. Good job too –
they were the only people on the whole site and it was pitch black out in the depth of the country. I’m
scared of the dark so that would have been spooooky! I sent Teddy in my place instead!
Me and Teddy have become quite close and I’ve actually grown to like him a little bit.
The little guy can be a real sport. When we go for walks he always finds the most interesting things to smell
– being lower to the ground and all. And he likes to get as dirty as I do!
You may have seen my picture quite a bit on TV recently, and that's all because I wanted to cuddle
up to my mum on the settee. I really think a girl my size ought to be able to relax in the privacy of her
own home without being photographed – don’t you think? I like to sit on my mum's knee to
watch my new favourite TV program – the Dog Whisperer. Cesar Milan is so cool – not like
my dad. Dad just seems to shout at me – he sure doesn't know how to whisper!
It’s really not fair, the way I’m treated around here. If you look closely
you can see that I’m starting to lose my puppy coat on my back, and that’s not at all funny at this time of the
year when the wind gets right up your willows. I happened to mention this to my dad.
My dad is like a Newfoundland in a china shop. That's a shop selling teacups and things - not a
shop in the Far East. No sooner had I told him, than he decided that I needed an urgent restyle and he showed me
this picture of how things could be. Now there are restyles and there are restyles, but I WILL NOT look like a Poodle
(apologies to all the Poodles reading this)!
For the last two weeks my mum and dad have been busy looking after 105 ladies who have been staying at a
local hotel for our residential crafting retreats. Guess what! I got to go and meet
them all and what a lovely lot they were. Alison was brave just getting down next to me – I think
I gave her a wash while she was down here – but Ruth was just nuts and wanted to roll around on the floor.
Now that’s just asking for trouble!
Well, that’s all from me for just now, but I promise I’ll be in touch very soon.
I was only a baby last Christmas so this is my first proper one and I can’t wait. I’m
sure there will be lots for us to tell each other.
Boo x
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