Wolfie play

For those who did not read General Jackson, the early years here's a little gem you may have missed:



It HAS been suggested we buy some wolfie sized toys, something like a tractor tyre should do.

Divorce?

There is a worrying trend happening here, my dad is away AGAIN this week. AlphaB had a chat with me today, and explained that for quite a while dad would be away and only be home at the weekends.

Now I've heard other dogs talk about this, apparently sometimes their humans split up and the daddies only get visitation rights at the weekend.

Mum... does this mean you and dad are getting divorced? Say it AIN'T SO! I can't LIVE without my dad!



Note from AlphaB - No QB, sometimes your dad does have to go to work, honest, it comes as a shock to him too.



Anyway - dad will be home tonight so I will check this with him, after I have given him a good boofing.

Blog probs

*bingly bop* we interrupt this blog to bring you a blog service announcement.

If you're having problems and can't see the pics at the moment, don't worry - neither can we.

It's raining rather alot in the UK at the moment and while we are safely on top of a hill, some of the internet companies are not.

Normal service will be restored once the server rooms have been drained.

Thankyou

Inside...

...every old dog...
    ...is a young dog...
        ...wondering what happened!

Lurcher talons.

Us lurchers don't have claws.

We have TALONS. I'm not really sure why this is, but besides being the slinkiest black lurcher you will ever meet, I also have the longest tail and talons ever seen on a dog.

I mean - can you MATCH these?



Last year the V.E.T. decided to cut them while I was alseep. Even V.E.T.s don't understand about lurcher talons. One of mine bled for a whole day. Owie.

My Birthday Present

My girlfriend, Meg (not to be confused with the Meg that lives here, which is part of a strange tale of cyberstalking involving dog names, but we will save that one for another day) has sent me a belated birthday present.

Meg always sends me something for my birthday, and to express my gratitude I usually shred it immediately. It's a "Tealeaf" thing.

Anyway, this birthday pressy ALMOST got away, I had just grabbed the package and was preparing to rip it open:


When I was momentarily distracted and that Wolfie boy ran off with MY PRESENT!


He was so rough with it he actually bit a hole in my letter from Meg


While the humans tried to decipher the message (they are not good at reading dog) I snuck my present inside for a quick shredding.


AlphaB decided it would be nice to reassemble the frog so she took it away from me for repair, but I was not going to stand for anyone stealing MY present.


I like my frogs skinned. And this kept me happy for about an hour!


Thanks Meg!

Please come home dad.

Please.

It's been a WHOLE week and mum won't let me boof her properly so I had to try a sneak attack while she was taking my picture:



If I look extra cute, or put out, will you hurry home? I've saved up all my excitement and best energetic greeting behaviour just for you!




PS. I think mum needs you home too. She gave me Megan's pills by mistake this morning. I'm sure the milk thistle pills are ok but what happens when you give and energetic and excitable young wolfie ephiphen and vivatonin? Do you think it will make me even MORE intelligent and handsome?

Maybe if I have some more I will be able to drive the car so mum can concentrate on the camera:

Free Ernest

There is a growing wave of dogs out there with the freedom of a small Basset on their minds.

We stand united!!!

http://dogsthatblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/political-prisoner.html

http://tofu-burger.blogspot.com/2007/06/doggies-we-must-unite.html




"Erm.. Cleo, what are we doing, why are we doing this and is there cheese involved?"

Deerhounds and Wolfhounds

There seems to be a little bit of confusion over the old wolfie/deerhound thing.
Marvin (the famous Hollow Hound) asked yesterday who is who so I thought I would just help clear things up.

I (that's me, Megan the empress) am a Scottish Deerhound:


We are tall, regal, elegant, fine boned and gorgeous.

Here's an excerpt from a description of a deerhound:

"The Deerhound is one of the most decorative of dogs, impressively stately and picturesque wherever he is seen, whether it be amid the surroundings of the baronial hall, reclining at luxurious length before the open hearth in the fitful light of the log fire that flickers, or out in the open, straining at the leash as he scents the dewy air, or gracefully bounding over the purple of his native hills. Grace and majesty are in his every movement and attitude.

I think you will agree, that's definitely me, especially the bit about the baronial hall. I always thought I should have ny own baronial hall.

KuBrin (the big blond lump) is an Irish Wolfhound (though I have to say I laughed at the "easy to train" and "very intelligent" bits. KuBrin has obviously not read the breed standard)



They are affectionate, huge, clumsy, goofy, have four left paws. Did I mention stupid? And for some strange reason this particular Wolfie does not like me sharing his dinner. Odd that.

The other three doggy denizens of the household are all lurchers - some sort of sighthound crossy thing. Of course the BEST lurchers are Deerhound crosses, naturally, but I don't think any of the these SUMDs have that honour. Still, can't have everything. We all have our crosses to bear.


They are not too bad for second hand hounds.

(Marvin - this picture was taken on the beach at Troon).

Dog Friends

Most days when the Dogfather is home, and at the weekends too, we meet up with another two dogs for walks. Poppy is a greyhound and Lester is a lurcher. They live together and come over to visit quite often.

In the old days I liked to show Poppy who was boss, but now she is older and wiser she knows not to run into me.

However, on saturday we caught up with them in our favourite dog walking spot. Put two clumsy dogs in a large open field. And see what happens next.


Unfortunately AlphaB did not have the camera ready for the actual collision.

After deciding that neither Poppy nor KuBrin were mortally wounded and could actually carry on, we got down to the serious business of exercising the rabbits in the woods.


WWWWEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

That's Lester in front, followed by Tealeaf, KuBrin, Poppy and Boots.

I knew better than to chase a rabbit that had dived into the undergrowth 30 seconds before. I'm not stupid. Those other dogs are dorks.


Oh yes. And the wolfie is grumpy again, the Dogfather has disappeared for the week:


And last but not least... is it a Bird? Is it a plane? (with those ears it could be..)... No it's a Super-Basset. He's called Mac. Is that a super-mac? With fries?

General Jackson is famous

Our little wrinkly dwarf friend Jackson who was shipped out in december is famous. He has been on the BBC. Again.

That basset gets ALL the attention.

Here he is starring in a BBC clip (ignore the boring human bits.. there's some great Basset shots near the beginning where he is trying to sniff the camera).

News Clip

Inseperable

The DogFather reads a magazine...



While KuBrin channel hops, keeping one wary eye on the DogFather in case he moves.....


Of course the other thing that they have in common that makes them kindred spirits is that they both fart a lot.

(sorry dad, but Cleo and I think that's really funny!)

Sofa surfing

Me again!

Walks, breakfast, dinner, visiting dogs, it's is all utterly exhausting. I always recommend a post-breakfast nap before my morning snooze and have my very own sofa (in my very own bedroom) on which to sofa surf.

Anyway - I woke up from my post breakfast nap in order to wriggle into a more comfy spot for my long morning snooze and LOOK, there was an interloper on my sofa!




Meanwhile in the other dogs' bedroom (they have to share), Bootsie is doing his best Ko impression.

Jailbreak

Meggie-moo here:

Please ignore the fact that I'm having a bad hair day



And I'll get on with my update.

You've all met Marlowe before, he comes over occasionally and empties Tealeaf's toy box. He's that kind of dog, you know, throws all the other dog's toys around in the playground then pretends another dog did it.

Anyway the poor chap was sent to prison camp just down the road from us, so we organised a jail-break and liberated him yesterday. You'd think he'd be grateful. Well - he was. Only he has a little problem. This enormous, rough tough Bullmastiff who weighs even more than that blond wolfie lump is afraid of nothing, except...

the sky falling on his head.

I'm not kidding, he's too scared to go out in the garden:


So he hid under the table and looked worried:


Then figured if he hid his head in the toybox and the sky could not see him, he was safe.


Of course he might have a point, our sky is a bit full of stuff, in the last few days there have been a lot of these:


But KuBrin and Tealeaf usually go and sort them out.


Oh and I forgot to mention, Satuday was bone-day. The Dogfather had our undivided attention. And I was positively prancing (not bad for an old girl eh?) I DID try to take mine inside to chew on the comfort of my bed but for some reason the Dogfather shut the door. Spoilsport. But I did manage to sneak a couple in later when they were not looking. AlphaB removed 3 hidden bones from my bed in the evening. I need to work on my hiding techniques.

Introspection

as the quietest, best behaved, least photographed (and possibly grumpiest (I take after AlphaB)) member of the SUMD pack, I spend a lot of time contemplating the turn of events that lead me to be part of a big (in size and numbers) dog family.

While perusing the web is search of insights to help me cope with this, I came across a blog by a dog named Spencer .

He is an only dog. He has a great life. He was going to be a movie star - but decided it was too much like hard work. I want to be an only dog and have a life like his .

On the other paw... life in the Tigh Gadhar pack does have SOME compensations.

I get to rat on the big dog.

I get to steal his bones:


I get to lead Tealeaf a merry chase:

(and beat him up occasionally)

And... I get to outrun them ALL!

Boys in the grass.

Hey... more fields... more grass. It's getting a bit long - time they cut it cos AlphaB is sneezing tons and we have to leap through it..



The girls are slightly more sedate about this and wait for a wide bottomed AlphaB to blaze a trail through the high grass.


(that's Meg's blurry head right at the back....)

I'm so cool

I even roach in minefields....



Black dogs are COOL!

Count Boots

PawScript. For the uninitiated, "roaching" is lying on your back waving your paws in the air....

Farewell cruel world

I can't take it any more...


Only kidding, there was something tastey in the back of the chiminiminiminimin Send Help! - I know how to spell it, just don't know when to stop.

Happy Birthday Finnegan

Today is a special day, it is our friend Finnegan's birthday.

Cos he is a special wolfie boy like me I thought I would sing him a little song.
In the way that only wolfhounds can:




Damn... no sound...
Oh well - you will just have to imagine it.

Happy Birthday Finnegan. Hope you get spoiled rotten and are not wrongly accused of crimes you did not commit.

QB

Case for the prosecution

Tigh Gadhar Hound Court vs KuBrin Kaos the wolfhound.

As the duly delegated representative of Tigh Gadhar Hound Court prosecution, I would like to submit the following evidence which I trust you will agree proves the wayward wolfhound's guilt with reference to the incident involving the kitchen bin.


You see - we DO have security cameras.
And you have been.

Caught

on

camera.

Given the severity of the crime and the incontrovertable evidence, we move that the defendant be given the most severe punishment available. A life sentence of nightly paw-fur tickling while trying to sleep.

The prosecution rests its case.

Cleo the persecutor.

Finnegan - HELLPPP MEEEEE!

Weekend indiscretions

On Saturday the humans went out for about 10 minutes. And there was an unfortunate incident.

It was not me... a big dog did it and ran away.


On sunday I found a pheasant in the garden, they are my favourite thing to chase/eat:


Damn! Missed it.

As ordered

by Pippadog.



Not a bad idea really! Thanks Pippa.

He Came Home

The Dogfather got home on friday evening after being away ALL week.
What's more important than staying home with us??? I've no idea.

Anyway - we were VERY pleased to see him.

I thought if I sit on him I might be able to stop him going away again. But at some point I will have to get off to go eat dinner. Hmmm.


KuBrin's plan is to eat him instead of dinner, that way he can't go away again.