Blogs From the Dogs

There are penguins here

2009-11-14T13:09:00.004Z

We have been walking lots, well, mostly running around in circles followed by the LSWD (low slung wrinkly dog (basset)) Jackson. We walk on the beach, and on the grass, and on the rocks, and on the mountains, and in the valleys. There are lots of walks.

On one beach walk we met a funny thing called a penguin. Apparently it is a bird but this cannot be right as it cannot fly, instead it waddled off into the sea when we went to look at it.

We were not allowed to chase it and it was not even covered in chocolate.

Bummer.

TTFN

Ducu (count)

FREEEEEEEEEEEEEDOOOOOM!

2009-11-10T00:57:00.002Z

At last, at long last, we have escaped from house arrest.

Unfortunately this meant a trip to the V.E.T. Fortunately nothing happened and we were out of there PDQ.

From the vets we drove straight to the beach and went for a monster run. In a hailstorm. We did not care about the hail but the humans are wusses decided to cut it short.

Later the weather perked up and we took the people up to Wireless Ridge for a quick romp, the views are great:

Tiggy wanted to eat this rock, but we talked her out of it:

Then late afternoon we went to pick up the LSWD, Jackson and went back to the beach. He is a bit short and has huge ears, I'm not sure if he is really a dog.

I guess he's ok, though he does seem to want to share our treats:

Back into the car, all four of us together and back to the house. The LSWD has moved in with us. EEK, now we will have to share the window seat.

Bye for now

Ducu (count)

We love mutton

2009-11-08T12:23:00.003Z

Being under house arrest while all the other dogs are living it up does have some compensations.

The best one is something called Mutton Shanks. These are sold in the shops for humans, but our people buy them for us.

They are YUMMY.

For some strange reason, mutton shanks always come in pairs, and as I am the skinniest of the skinny ugly mutant dogs, I always get the "extra". Mind you, when the LSWD comes home, I expect I will miss out :-(

Bye for now

Ducu (count)

Adding insult to injury.

2009-11-07T11:50:00.003Z

Dammit.

Not ONLY does the LSWD (low slung wrinkly dog (aka Basset)) get to go out gathering, our other doggie cousin, Luca the OCD (obsessive compulsive dog (aka collie)) gets to chase dolphins on the BEACH.

Defective, I say.

Leaflet.

Not Fair!!!

2009-11-06T08:45:00.006Z

This is an outrage, while we poor skinny ugly mutant dogs are incarcerated with the naughty house, being forced to eat mutton shanks (did we mention them?) and suffering terribly:

that BFBP (Big Fat Basset Puppy) is out gallivanting on the farm and gathering sheep:

It's just not on I tell you.

When do WE get to try this?

Yours,
Disgruntled Tealeaf

GRASS!

2009-11-05T10:13:00.004Z

We are now in Stanerly under house arrest. I'm not too sure what this means but I guess the house was bad and has to pay for it. Not sure why we are included.

Anyway it's not all bad cos there is a HUGE garden with great views and lots of GRASS.

Tealeaf thinks he is in doggy heaven:

We all spend lots of time running around and chasing:

But mostly we like to eat Ducu:

Oh, and I have a new fan club (of course). I'm just to sexy for my tummy:

Bye for now,

Tiggy zeeee

There's a boat coming in...

2009-10-26T22:06:00.002Z

So we thought that we would allow the humans to write this blog entry, under supervision of course!!!

We have had a very peculiar month without the dogs. We have helped out a lot with dog rescue, so we know that dogs get very used to dealing with change (especially if the nice man has sausages!).

We've got here, we've got unpacked, we've now got the dogs back.

First sight of their cruise liner - the good ship MV Eddystone.

Meeting Alpha B on the Quay

Looks like tDF has to do the driving...

TeaLeaf on dry land @ Kerri's dad's house...

Tiggy on dry land @ Kerri's dad's house...

There is a tradition that when you cross the equator, you are called to the court of King Neptune - General Jackson's blog told you all about it first time around.

We only have the certificates - you never know, we may get some pics sent to us if the crew get some time to send emails (the weather today has closed in, so the unloading was intensive, and there was no time for small talk).

Ducu met Neptune

TeaLeaf met Neptune

and Tiggy met Neptune

Thanks, guys, for looking after the dogs for us.

kindest regards,

Kerri & Brian

Approaching East Cove

2009-10-24T14:31:00.002+01:00

Ship to shore (from the CAPTAIN of MV Eddystone)

Message proceeds:

Good Day,

We're still maintaining our arrival at East Cove of Monday Morning 08:00. Don't know what time that the V.E.T. has been organized for, but I'm afraid that the dogs will not be allowed off until he/she has been.

We're rolling a bit today and everyone is OK, although you can see that they're just a bit out of sorts with it. Ducu mostly. He's very clingy and wants to be beside someone all the time. Tiggy is just spending a bit more time in her bed and TeaLeaf is his usual blasé self.

They all usually have half an hour chasing Charlie around the bridge every morning but they missed out on that. They all did have their breakfast and an extra ginger snap. Haven't had to use the sea-sick medicine yet.

Enjoy your weekend and see you on Monday.

Best Regards,
Angus

End Of Message

Somewhere MORE ELSE in the south seas...

2009-10-21T21:18:00.011+01:00

Ship to shore (from the CAPTAIN of MV Eddystone)

Message proceeds:

Good Morning.

Everyone's fine on board. Dogs are all still enjoying themselves. They are through the worst of the heat now and coped with it very well. They always have a fresh bowl of water and they've been drinking plenty.

They get regular jaunts down to the deck for a run around which they thoroughly enjoy. We are still scheduled for 26th 08:00 alongside in East Cove. Steve Clifton the Agent will keep you posted of any changes and I will also drop you a line if there is anything unforeseen.

Glad the weather is nice, hope it is the same when we get there.

All the Best

Angus

End Of Message

Somewhere ELSE in the south seas...

2009-10-21T02:17:00.005+01:00

Ship to shore (from the CAPTAIN of MV Eddystone)

Message proceeds:

Hi,
Dogs are doing really well. They all get on with each other and with Charlie the Jack Russel. They have fun playing and chasing him around the bridge.

They have all learned where the toilet facilities are so that's good for us. They get regular trips down to the main deck where they can run around a bit more but are pretty tired after that coz it's starting to get warm down there now we're around the Canaries. They've got the hang of the stairs no problem now.

All the Officers and Crew on watch enjoy their company and they also get regular visits from the engineers (but that may just be for the tab-nabs!)

tab-nabs are what navy types eat when they get an attack of the munchies @ 11 o'clock (tDF)

Don't worry, they're fine. Feel free to drop a line again. Will e-mail if we have any concerns.

Best Regards

Angus MacPherson.

Captain

End Of Message

Somewhere in the south seas...

2009-10-19T14:06:00.015+01:00

Ship to shore....

Bonio supplies, ginger snaps, and comfie beds holding out. Stop.

Have new best mate Charlie. Stop.
He can't run very fast. Stop.
Har har har. Stop.
He has only got short legs. Stop.

"You put the Queen on WHAT???"

Didn't tell the crew that TeaLeaf was a card sharp. Stop.

Wonder if they will have their shirts on their backs when they arrive. Stop.

We might find ourselves slapped in the brig (or is that the bridge?) Stop.

We have been reliably informed that Alpha-B has even taken to shipping flat-pack lurchers !!!! Stop.

eeeeeeeekkkkkk! Stop.

yours cordially, Stop.

TeaLeaf (who is treading the straight and narrow! Even if it looks like it could be a plank!?!?!?!) Stop.

I demand a recount

2009-10-18T21:42:00.005+01:00

Hang on a sec? What is THIS???

They are deporting us!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What did we DO? What did we SAY? Look - A big dog did it and ran away, honest!

Nope - it was Tiggy Z

Oh..... so not deporting?
Going to a new home with our humans?

HOW many miles? HOW long at sea????

Hope we have some company.

How to get Deported

2009-10-18T21:27:00.007+01:00

"But I was only hungry, m'lud, y'ronher"

"Send her down, and her companions"

And that's how all our troubles began...

I mean, come ONNNNN, it was ONLY cat food!

Lurchery Tour arrives in Cornwall

2009-10-13T17:08:00.009+01:00

Cornwall!!!! our favourite place (not to be confused with Hadrian's Wall). Beaches, surf, pasties, fish'n'chips & ice-cream. YIPEEEE!!!!!

We LOVE Cornywall:

We were of course staying in the noisy blue house, but the humans found a nice spot in a big field near the beach to put it.

And there were of course, more sausages:

and Pasties in Padstow. We love pasties.

We visited Tintagel Castle where King Arthur was born. It had HUNDREDS of steps and we were already tired before we started.

But BEST of all were the beaches where we ran and ran and ran and ran and ran

Until Tiggy had to lie down (she is a wuss). The Dogfather tried to bury her, she was not amused.

I learned to swim:

And Tiggy and I learned to JITTERBUG!

Do not disturb, we is tired lurchers:

It was heaven

Bye for now,
Ducu (count)

Hang on a sec????

2009-10-09T14:43:00.002+01:00

What's all THIS about:

????
Do we need these to visit Cornwall?

Lurchery Tour hits Harefield

2009-10-09T14:26:00.003+01:00

No Lurchery tour of Great Britain would be complete without popping over to see Jester, Daisy and Rhea. We stopped overnight, went for walks and ate. (We like eating).

Daisy only has 3 legs, apparently it helps her keep her weight down, some dogs are so vain. It also means she can run faster as she does not have to drag around that extra spare paw, she's very very fast.

Daisy and Rhea were kind enough to let me share their sofa

And their treats:

We did not eat chinese.

Horsted Keynes at last!

2009-10-09T14:06:00.005+01:00

Finally, after all those nights in the noisy blue house and rainy Scotland, we have reached our ULTIMATE comfort zone, our home from home and the residence of my girlfriend, Meg.

Horsted Keynes, home of Ali & Graeme, Lucy, Meg and Murphy.

Tiggy made herself at home RIGHT away. I think this bed should be mine. Funnily, all us dogs think the same.

The sun shone and we relaxed and played in the garden.

Sorry Murph, we seem to have dismembered one of your toys.

We walked in the Ashdown Forest, Murph the mud monster showed us what to do in puddles:

And guess what? There was MORE CHINESE!!!!!

And it was Uncle Graeme's birthday, but they did not save us any cake (except the bits they lost during the food fight, but we're not allowed to tell about that). Ratfink humans.

Remember when we were pups together Meg? I love you loads. Especially if I can steal your kibble, and your comfy bed.

Mum says we won't be coming back to see you any more, I'm not sure why, was it something I ~~ate~~ said?.

Lurchery world tour part.... something.

2009-09-21T10:27:00.007+01:00

Leafo here, Back at the puter again.

Having sorted out the Beach at Southerness we headed off to meet the DogFather's family (Apparently he has another one that is not us - how did THAT happen?).

We stopped in East Kilbride and the humans had Chinese, but we did not get any (they ate the lot - greedy buggers).

Then it rained and it rained and it rained and it rained and it rained and it rained and it rained until we reached a place called Cumbernauld. Where the sun came out. Which made the DogFather laugh for some reason (who can understand humans?).

Then on to Dunblain where the humans had chinese again and this time we helped them finish it up. It was yummy.

While in Dunblain we did a flying visit to Bracklin Falls where we had to keep the human on tight lead in case they fell in (it was deep and had very fast flowing water and humans don't swim very well):

Because Scotland was so wet we then headed back down south, stopping off in Manchester to see uncle Sam, where we had chinese again and we got to help clean up:

It was yummy. We like uncle Sam.

After an over night stop, it's on to West Sussex to meet our best lurchery friends. Will this tour never end?

TTFN
Leafo

On to bonny Scotland

2009-09-14T10:44:00.004+01:00

It's the third day of our Lurchers' World Tour of Great Britain and we're off to sunny Scotland.

First stop is Sweetheart Abbey, not sure about this one, the roof is missing, so are some of the walls, but the DogFather likes it.

Next was Southerness, where the DogFather used to come on holidays as a pup, he likes to go back and wave at the light house (not sure about that one, it looks pretty heavy to me).

As a special treat we took the humans to the John Paul Jones hotel for lunch and let them share ours (the staff LOVED us):

Next stop the lighthouse beach is which is a good place for a post lunch snack of Ducu:

But eventually the other dog (the one I don't like to talk about) got her come-uppance (hee hee hee):

(its about time she learned that Ducu is MINE to play with).

Then Ducu the Jellybrain met a Jellyfish (less said, the better).

Time for more chasing then we're off to look for yet another place to plant the noisy blue house.

I'll be back with more when the people stop at another place where I can use the puter.....

Laters,

Leafo.

Lurchers' World Tour of Great Britain, Day 2.

2009-09-11T22:39:00.003+01:00

After a fitful night in the noisy blue house we woke up to sunny blue skies and staggered out for early morning wees (still wearing our PJs, but we did not wee on them).
Then snuck back into the noisy blue house and put our wet noses and paws into the DogFather's sleeper-bag. He squealed. It was fun.
EVENTUALLY the lazy humans got up and cooked us sausages for breakfast.

Breakfast was al fresco (not sure about that, maybe we need to do a painting of it?)

The sausages were good.

After brekky we packed back into the car (oh NO!) and went in search of Hadrian's Mall. It was not very good cos we could not find any shops open.

So no bonios to be bought here.

Eventually the people got bored of looking for an open coffee shop at the mall and took us off to a Talkin Tarn.

The Tarn was very quiet and did no have much to say to us but we had fun anyway chasing about:

By the time we had chased Ducu round the Tarn a few times his paws were hot and he had to cool off.

After visiting the Tarn we went back to the noisy blue house and had pasties for supper. We thought you only got them in Corny-wall, but apparently Hadrian-wall has them too. What do WE know?

They were yummy.

Will we EVER go home?

2009-09-10T12:10:00.006+01:00

What IS this all about? Not satisfied with moving out of our old house to live with the the fat puppy (Reuben), the humans have decided to take us on a World Tour of Great Britain.

On a bright sunny Thursday morning, the humans put tonnes of stuff in (and on top of) the car, then loaded us lurchers and our lurchery beds into the car and...
drove
and drove...
and drove and drove and drove and drove and drove and drove ......
and then stopped for water and wees...

Then drove and drove and drove and drove and drove and drove ......
and then stopped for more water, wees and chicken nuggets (they were nice).
Then drove and drove and drove and drove and drove and drove ......
and then stopped for even more water, wees and this time ginger biscuits (we like them).
Then drove and drove and drove and drove and drove and drove ......

Eventually we stopped. In a field. Eh?
It was damp.

Then the humans got ALL the stuff they had loaded into the car out and put up the noisy blue house.

It rained, which made the noisy blue house EVEN noisier.

We ate supper inside the noisy blue house then put on our PJs (we all have PJs this time) and went to sleep.

It had been a LONG day and we were glad it was over.

Yours,

Tealeaf

So what's this all about?

2009-07-27T22:22:00.009+01:00

There we were, minding our own business, when suddenly our comfy blue sofa disappeared.

Not only did it disappear but we hear a vicious rumour that it's gone to live with Lester & Black Beauty. Defective, I say.

Not content with removing OUR sofa, the humans then packed up the whole house into small boxes, then packed the small boxes into a bigger box on wheels, then packed us into a car and sent us to live with this:

(his name is Reuben and he is only a poopie I want to eat him)

Mind you, the new digs have an interesting water feature called a river and it's full of these:

So I think I'll just sit here a while and watch them in case they need chasing.

Tiggy was scared of them and hid behind a tree.

But I guess she got over it cos she eventually fell asleep, even though the big birds were still watching.

Moving is HARD work.

Bye for now,
Ducu (count).

Did i mention we went camping????

2009-06-23T17:29:00.009+01:00

just thought i would let you all know i went camping and survived (it was a while ago, and i am over the trauma now). The others went camping too, but they were only copying me.

i stayed in something called a T.E.N.T which is kind of like a mobile house, except colder and noisier in the wind.

When Alpha B got up, those naughty boy dogs snuck into her sleeping bag:

The DogFather is only pretendin' to be asleep so as not to need to cook brekkie.

i was a good girl.... (this might be something to do with the fact that i got pyjamas, and those pesky boys just had to suffer, har har har).

Then the DogFather got found out and had to cook breakfast outside har har har, and i hope those sausages are for me:

Then we went for looooooooooooooooooooong walks on the beaches and i just had to eat Ducu:

So what's it all about? No idea, i just eat Ducu:

bye bye 4 now

Tiggyz

We went there and back again...

2009-03-04T11:55:00.015Z

We went on our holidays to Cornwall-by-the-Sea.

We went to all sorts of Places-by-the-Sea.

We went to Sandymouth Bay - and Ducu and TeaLeaf couldn't catch me...

We went to Hearn Bay - and Ducu couldn't catch me...

We went to Sandymouth Bay again - and Ducu couldn't catch me again
(even though I went slow)...

And then Ducu fell in, har har har.

We went to Port Isaac
(to see Doc Martin but he was out on his rounds) - and Ducu couldn't catch me still,
i think he is just lazy...

We went to Widemouth Bay - and Ducu couldn't even SEE me...

And then we went to Golitha Falls

And then i did not run 'cause by this time my paws were MELTING...

Sometimes we were driving around when we saw stuff out the back of the car

It was good and i want to go again.

love,

Tiggy

Tiggy ZZZZZZZZZZZ

2009-02-27T07:15:00.006Z

Hallo, my name is tiggy and sometimes i am called tiggy zzzzzzz.

i am only a little girl and i am only a little clever not 2 much though. i think it was cause i had 9 puppies when i was still a puppie myself. i am a year and a half now, very grown up.

Here is a picture of me with my pals TeaLeaf he is the oldest and a little sad, and there is Dubk erm dogpoo erm Ducu who is named after a scarey bloke in Star Wars, even though the Dogfather says it means 'Black Dog'.

Apparently i can run really really really really really really fast.
Auntie Ali and Uncle Graeme brought me some jewelry for the Dogfather's birthday!

They all laughed and said it was sat-nav so i wouldn't get lost.

Here is me running on my paws

and here is where i ran to.

When you click to see my nice big picture you might see that i CAN run really really really really really really fast.

bye bye 4 now

tz

pee ess i am going on holidays to Cornwall for a long weekend with all my pals what you saw just now. i hope to make lots of sand-castles and eat ice-cream and get a kiss-me-quick hat!

Memory.

2009-01-26T12:39:00.011Z

I cannot begin to express how the last six months have been for us. So I won't try.

I can still see Meg bursting into the loo asking for hugs at inopportune moments, I can still feel the impact of the outstretched paw in the eye when she rolled over to beg for tummy rubs. I can still hear the clatter of her dog tags as she washed out the bowls after ever meal.

I can still feel KuBrin pressing his head into my chest asking for hugs. I can still see him resting his head on Brian's shoulder when he was driving. I can still picture his ecstatic "happy dance" when one of us came in the door.

I can hear the sound of Cleo's paws on the hard floor, and picture her mid air 120 degree turn when running and playing with Tealeaf. I can feel her delicate face between my hands, and the soft velvet of her ears. I can picture her snapping at the air and doing a little "stampy dance" after food.

I can hear the "thump thump" of Boots' tail on the sofa when he heard his name, and see his prancing, wriggly "out for a walk" dance. I can see his best Dracula impression of a lopsided smile when his tummy was rubbed.

These are thing things I want to remember, not the illness, not the pain.

I miss them all. And so does Tealeaf.

So do me a favour folks, get off the computer, forget the washing and ironing, leave the paperwork to tomorrow.

Go throw a ball, have a walk, tickle a tummy, have a snuggle on the sofa. Treasure the moments and give your best friends a hug from me, please.

Bootsie - Farewell Sweetie

2009-01-04T21:59:00.005Z

The original musketeer always did look good in 'wet'.

Boots came into our lives in 2001, and was our introduction to the world of the 'Skinny Ugly Mutant Dog' as General Jackson came to refer to lurchers as.

He could run like a missile, and liked nothing more than to snuggle up on the sofa with his human, a dvd, a curry and perhaps a glass of red wine. His needs were simple.

He showed many many rescue/foster/visitor dogs how to behave in the-good-ship 'Tigh Gadhar':

Cleo (who stayed), TeaLeaf (who stayed), Whiskey, Java, Jenny, Tad, Chewie, Murphy, Torren, Talisker, Brodie, Megan (the grand matriarch), Casper, Lucy, Myrtle (who stayed), KuBrin (who stayed), Hobo (who stayed), Freddie, Jura, Erin, Pukha, Duku (who stayed), Parker, Rex, Saffie, Blue, and Missy (who stayed).

He was also, in fact a drinking partner of Brandy (Kerri and Brian's first 'rescue')!

He helped Kerri and Brian celebrate their 'sixth' when:

Bootsie and Brian re-enact the storming of
Old Wardor Castle (Where young Kevin Costner filmed Robin Hood)

Boots : 1995 - 2009

Rest easy now Bootsie - that'll do.

Rememberence Sunday

2008-11-09T11:20:00.004Z

We started this blog for enjoyment, to remind ourselves and others how much fun living with a pack of dogs can be.

We stopped blogging actively when Boots was very ill early this year, and fully expected that by the end of the year we would have lost both Boots and Megan. How wrong could we be.

Loosing Meg was not a surprise, except maybe that it came years later than expected. The day after Meg left us, KuBrin pulled up short limping and hobbled home.

Two weeks later to the day, xrays showed us that there was no hope for him either, and we said goodbye. It was a terrible shock.

The day after KuBrin left us, Cleo stumbled and fell in the house. We though she'd just knocked her leg. The next three months, we saw her health decline rapidly, and after many vet visits the prognosis was not good. She rallied twice and gave us more good days than we could have hoped for.

As the clocks rolled back and an unseasonably early snowfall dusted the ground, we said our final farewells to Cleo as well.

It's not been a good year. Perhaps sometime we'll feel like blogging again, but right now we've not the heart for it.

Time for change

2008-10-05T16:00:00.003+01:00

Please welcome Ducu Jamieson, who has come to make us laugh in this rather sad year.

He came as a foster and we decided to keep him, because he and Tealeaf get on like a house on fire, and he's good with the older dogs too.

Cat? What cat?

He's a real sweetie.

The days get a little darker...

2008-08-15T16:23:00.006+01:00

...and the night skies get a little brighter.

Megan's beau, Finnegan, who was Angeerah's heart-hound, has left for the bridge (I think the urge to romp with Meggie and KuBrin was just too much).

Rest easy sweet prince, there are many people mourning your passing.

Some days can be unspeakable.

2008-07-31T20:18:00.003+01:00

Today my 'hearthound' went to the bridge.

KuBrin had been sore for a few days, he had been limping and favouring his shoulder.
These are words that will strike a chill into any wolfie owner.

The x-ray showed that cancer had taken the top three inches of the bone,
and Kerri and I both knew that, for KuBrin there was only one heart shattering solution.

Goodnight my 'widdle boy'.

Brian.

Megan 1991 - 2008

2008-07-17T13:29:00.006+01:00

Today is a heartbreaking day - Megan, who came to visit on 30th November 2002,
and decided that she quite liked the sausages has taken her final steps to the
bridge.

You might remember that over a year ago she started having epileptic fits - bad
enough in any dog, but for a 15 yr old deerhound, it can only be described as
'surprising'.

Meg will leave more than a few broken hearts - those who knew and followed her
antics here on the Dogs Blogs, and also her 'Flickr' friends.

Have a smile at some of the stories and memories she has shared with you and raise a
glass of something quite special to a dog who was quite special.

Meggie Moo, you are beyond words sweetheart.

Brian & Kerri

Let me introduce you to my foster sister

2008-04-17T21:40:00.004+01:00

Erin:

Not ONLY is she my foster sister, she is also my half sister, though at 10 she is a mere pup.

Do you think she looks like me? (ok she is a little taller.)

I have taught her every trick I know.... and she is turning out to be a champion sofa-surfer.

but no matter how I try she just will NOT cross bridges unaided.

though like all good deerhounds (we are royalty you know) she calls a knight in shining armour..

We are sisters... we can share

(though I'm a little concerned about that red top coat - do you think our mum has a thing for red setters?)

Hitchcock's "The Lurchers"

2008-04-01T19:47:00.005+01:00

Introducing Erin, Megan's little sister, aged 10.

Erin Cleo Boots KuBrin Tealeaf Megan.

PS. Erin is a foster
PPS. This is not an April Fool's Joke.

Wait a moment !!!

2008-03-31T19:50:00.001+01:00

WHAT is wrong with this picture...?

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

An eventfull few weeks

2008-03-29T15:33:00.000Z

Ok, I know that we have been a bit remiss recently over keeping internet land fully up-to-date with all of our happenings, but believe me, there are some things that are better left unsaid...

Suffice it to say - my proctologist will not be doing THAT again for a while. I'm filled in one of those little feedback forms saying that he should warm his hands before he comes anywhere NEAR me again.

Sharing Treats...

2008-03-22T19:21:00.002Z

With a

WHAT ???

Here's us sitting nicely...

And SOMEONE expects us to wait till it's our turn?

Bugger that for a game of soldiers...

Yahayyyy, as easy as taking candy from a slipper...

Happy ...

2008-02-14T21:59:00.002Z

is the Boofhound

who's daddy comes home from doing STUFF...

pee ess - he was on the ground, not up in the air etc.

Smoked Salmon

2008-01-27T22:28:00.000Z

I received a special package JUST for me from Ernest.

What is it dad? Hurry up and OPEN it

Smoked Salmon, my favourite....

Salmon? What Salmon???

The Magician's Nephew - erm - Assistant

2008-01-25T08:44:00.001Z

So there's me minding my own business, and TDF reads a book about magic tricks...

"Oh QqqqqqqBbbbbbbbb, come here, sit", you all know the routine, I think I'm about to become the butt of some joke...

Now you see it....

Now you don't...

Ooh! That was quite good.

Yerrrk - I'm choking!!!

Get it out!!!

Thanks TDF, you saved my life with that Heimlich maneuver

Don't do that again.

Hang on a sec!

2008-01-22T20:50:00.001Z

I think that Santa Claws bloke has got it all wrong.

Tealeaf (who is titchy) has a fandabyloso big dog toy reindeer-in-a-rope-ring....

And all I got was these teensy little puppy bone toy..

Do you think there has been a mix up??

Yup, still here

2008-01-15T19:21:00.001Z

Meggie here. There I was - sleeping off my christmas turkey (as you can imagine it needed a LOT of sleeping off):

and look what turned up...

It's a yummy smelling package from Ernest all the way across the puddle.

There were Toys in it, but at my age I'm not really interested in such things

So I'll let the younger ones have those...

I ask you, what's the point of chasing when food is brought to you in bed???

Apparently though I have to share these yummy tasting Washington apple and thyme bisquits... bummer.

And the DogFather assures me he is only guarding my Alaskan smoked salmon from the other dogs, and he will not eat ANY of it.

More to follow...

So just what IS a new year ?

2008-01-06T10:22:00.000Z

I'm trying to figure out quite what this "New Year" thing is all about.

The closest I can see is that DF and the Alpha Bitch run around the house in their dressing gowns and SILLY SLIPPERS all day, with (cough cough) "Orange Juice" in tall glasses.

It doesn't look much like Orange Juice to me.

I'm given to believe that you have to make "New Year's Resolutions", and then break them really really quickly.

So.

Here's our New Year Resolutions.

Me

"I am not going to run away from the hoover, I am a big brave dog."

Clee Pees

"I am not going to snatch when getting cheesy pills, or even hammy pills."

Bootsie

"I am not going to put my feet up on the furniture."

TeaLeaf

"I will let Alpha B cut my claws, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt."

Meggie Moo

"I shall share the paella dish with the others when cleaning up (but they'll NEVER get the Steak Pie Dish, or the Apple Crumble Plate)."

So there you have it - the Tigh Gadhar New Year Resolutions - I don't think it will take too long to break them.

Happy New Year from everyone at Tigh Gadhar.

The shame of it.

2007-12-28T12:20:00.001Z

Just before christmas I had to go to the V.E.T. for a blood test. Now this is bad enough, but this time they took EXTRA blood. I felt a bit faint. But the DogFather said he could not carry me to the car so I would just have to stagger.

I had to walk past ALL the other dogs waiting looking like this:

Oh the shame....

I'm just going to lie here for the whole of the holidays to get over it

Merry christmas everyone..

A deerhound's work is never done.

2007-12-23T17:58:00.000Z

Have you any idea how long it took me to finish doing the dishes?

I was that tired I had to go lie down and have a nap.

Mind you, if there are any more that need doing, just let me know ok?

It worked!

2007-12-17T06:35:00.000Z

My PLN WORKED

My daddy is home....

Have you ever seen a dog do donuts of joy?

I am a happy bunny, I mean person, er thing, er DOG!

I have a new pln....

2007-12-13T06:31:00.000Z

So far all my cunnning plns to keep the DogFather home have failed, however, I have a NEW PLN.

I have heard it said that dreams can come true (that's what they say in all those Hollywood movies, and I should know, dad watches enough of them!) so I am going to lie down:

And DREAM the DogFather home..

Do you think it will work?

I Don't Believe it!

2007-12-11T19:28:00.000Z

There I was, fast asleep on my sofa, dreaming of sausages and catching up on my beauty sleep, when she who must be obeyed WOKE me UP.

(as you can see... I need my beauty sleep and am not at my best when just woken, but then, who is?)

And then she drags me out for a walk. Just cos she is home with a headache and needs fresh air. She does not need to inflict it on ME.

Mind you, this grass smells yummy.... wonder who has "been" here...

Mum, if we head of this way we will get back to the sausages quicker. Did you know that?

More of a "bone" dog.

2007-12-09T13:53:00.000Z

Well thanks mum, it was very kind of you to fetch me such a large supply of sticks. But while I'm partial to the odd bit of bark to chew on, I'd really rather these were bones.

Any chance?

Excuse me!

2007-12-07T22:30:00.002Z

Exactly HOW many beds does one lurcher need????

I don't suppose you could leave any for the rest of us?

BEDHOG!

Oh well - I suppose I will just have to slum it on the sofa.

Humph.....

Daaaaaaaad!!!???!?!?!

2007-12-06T22:39:00.000Z

Oy - I want a word with you!!!

Could you PLEASE come home, AlphaB keeps taking us out in the dark, and wind, and rain

And I'm not very impressed.

Did I mention it was muddy? and dark? and wet? AND windy?

Did you SEE that?

2007-12-04T22:29:00.002Z

Well - DID YOU?

I think I did...

Yup, I definitely did

yeah, me too, pesky deerhound

We'd NEVER be allowed to get away with this:

NOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooo!!

2007-12-02T22:31:00.001Z

I don't BELIEVE IT.

No No... You can't go....

No way, uhuh.

Damn. Looking pitiful did not work, the DogFather has gone away and left me for a WHOLE 2 weeks. That's forever in wolfie years. I can see I am going to have to come up with a new PLN.

It's my gotcha day

2007-11-30T06:56:00.001Z

Five years ago today I first came to this house. I thought it would "do" so decided to stick around and honour the denizens with my presence. Apparently AlphaB let me stay because she thought I "would not last long". SUCKER!

Aren't they lucky?

In celebration of this auspicious event I think I need a few more treats, I wonder if they will bring me salmon for breakfast?

Hang on a sec... do I spy food?

Hmm... looks suspiciously like food to me....

It IS FOOD. WAIT FOR ME.

Yes that bit will do nicely.

Leave the plates, I will clean up...

Right then - what's for my gotcha day dinner? Steak? A date with Finnegan?

I've figured it out.

2007-11-29T07:32:00.000Z

I have the answer, I've worked out were those silly humans are going wrong and why they are not as happy as lurchers.

I really have.

It all goes wrong at the start of the day, it's called "Getting up".

Silly humans.

Lack of Lurcher action

2007-11-26T22:49:00.000Z

No doubt you've all noticed that there has been a serious deficit of lurchery sprinting photos of late. Well there is a reason for that. It's dark when we go out. And no matter HOW much we run about, our rubbish humans fail to catch us on camera.

Defective, I say.

To make up for this I decided to help out the humans with a bit of "in the house" action:

I CAN catch!

Hey - three for three - how good is that?

Other denizens of Tigh Gadhar are not quite sure what to do with this kind of action:

But I'm reliably informed if the toy is thrown directly into the gaping maw QB calls a mouth, he can manage to close it in time and not bite his tongue:

Me? I'm not convinced.

We have an interloper

2007-11-25T17:20:00.000Z

There is ANOTHER dog in the house....
His name is Marlowe and he is definitively NOT an SUMD:

He's been to visit before, but has always gone home, THIS time he brought his OWN bed which he put in the middle of OUR living room, which does not bode well. The cheek:

Apparently the girls think he is quite handsome, but I don't see it myself. And what's more... is he DROOOOOOOOLS:

Yeeeurch!

I'm a good boy I am, I don't do that.

I think I'll just lie on the sofa and sulk till he goes.

What do you MEAN?

2007-11-24T13:19:00.000Z

There's no Smoked Salmon?

Oh well... I suppose I will have to slum it with sausages then...

What IS the world coming to?

I've been a little under the weather of late, so those ~~suckers~~ humans have been spoiling me, don't tell the others

Ooops... I've been spotted... does this mean I have to share?

I hear...

2007-11-22T22:35:00.000Z

There is salmon.....

Where's mine?

How cold can it be?

2007-11-16T19:31:00.000Z

My Turn (Boots here).

It looks like winter is here, it's been very chilly in the mornings. The humans don't seem to understand us lurchers REALLY feel the cold. They still want us to go outide first thing, even when it's DARK.

For dog's sake, when the sun is up the gras still looks like this:

And they want us to go out in it?
No way, I'm not budging:

Tealeaf won't budge:

Megan won't budge:

Cleo won't budge:

But there's always ONE dissenter isn't there....

Look - there's even ICE in the water bowl? That dog is HARD!

Talk about adding insult to injury

2007-11-13T20:54:00.000Z

After her protracted absence and negligence on the blog front, AlphaB is REALLY adding insult to injury.

Not only does that pesky deerhound get to NOT go out in the dark, cold, rain, wind and mud, AlphaB actually BRIBES her to stay home:

What do I have to do to get the same treatment? Someone tell me... PLEASE!

Humans are pants.

2007-11-12T22:01:00.000Z

Not ONLY did she who must be obeyed disappear for a whole two-and-a-half weeks. Not ONLY was she consorting with Bassets and Collies:

Not ONLY did she come home smelling of them, Not ONLY did she leave us to console the DogFather in his hour of bewilderment, she also has managed to not help us update our blog since she got back.. that's nearly TWO WHOLE weeks.

Humans are PANTS I tell you. Defective.

I'm going to have to lick her into shape...
Grab:

and PULL!

See - she can't even win a ragger off me. There's no hope for her I tell you. Anyone want a defective mum? I'll trade her in for a better model.

He's definitely gone loopy !

2007-10-23T23:48:00.000+01:00

As you all know, the mummy - or alpha bitch as she prefers to be called, is AWAY.

We think that the Dogfather has gone a bit potty really.
He had just got out of the bath and spotted this...

... then ran around the house muttering about Friday - dunno why, cause it's only Tuesday.

So anyroadup, just to pass the time we're playing king of the castle.

There is no amount of appeasment going to make me give up my spot.

Because...

I'm the King of the Castle!

TangoLeader to AbleBaker 1, over...

2007-10-17T20:21:00.000+01:00

This is TangoLeader, reporting incog-neat-o.

DopeyFlatcap1 has been 'coping' in his double-blind solo assignment, but only with MUCH assistance from the TEAM.

Empress1 has been 'bluffing' that everything is A-OK and she does nothing unusual to alert DF1 that you are away. She has been nicking cutlery from the dish-o-wash-o-matic, and nearly had it away on her paws with a saucepan.

Oh, how we laughed.

DF1 was so distracted that he did not realise he had cooked and eaten and washed up without even NOTICING that you were not here. He had Calamari for dinner - we helped him cook it.

I expect he will die of food poisoning, you may need to abort your mission and come home early, we shall try not to eat his eyeballs, over.

BlackWagger1 has taken up sentry duty in the washroom, and surreptitiously coughs when DF1 looks to be mixing the reds with the blues!

So far nothing has caught fire. BlackWagger1 seems to have taken to cleaning our beds himself, I may need to have a word in his 'shell-like'.

I have taken it upon myself to get DF1 to throw his toys out of the pram - erm, I meant - around the room...

This seems to distract him quite well.

CharliePiddler has gotten bored of the whole proceedings, over.

We may need a new tact to bring her back as a TEAM player.
She could be looked over for promotion once this sortie is over, over!

Thought it best to keep your status on a 'need-to-know' basis.

You'll NEVER guess... He doesn't know EITHER - the twonk!

Any other thoughts on how to keep DF1 amused?

TangoLeader, out.

PS. People are catching on that my fundraiser is a once-in-a-lifetime, never-to-be-repeated, super-duper, double-bonio-and-cheese nice thing to do.

(See menu on left column - if you order your postcard using your 'Northern Rock' credit card, you may get the 'bent one' ok ?)

A little fundraiser for dogs in need....

2007-10-11T20:51:00.000+01:00

(human dog blog hijack alert!)

I (AlphaB, "mum" to the skinny ugly mutant dogs, Boots, Cleo, Tealeaf, Megan & KuBrin) am about to go away to the Falkland Islands to visit General Jackson the Basset Hound.

Anyway... I had a little thought. If any of you dog bloggers out there in dog blogger land fancy receiving a post card from the southernmost capital in the world (Stanley), I will send you one if you make a donation to my favourite dog rescue.

I don't mind how much, just whatever you can spare to help them in their tireless work for dogs less fortunate.

If you are interested, email me your postal address and tell me
a) who you'd like the card addressed to (you, the dog, the kitchen sink, the wolfie-wrecked oven)
b) If you'd prefer a wildlife, Stanley or scenery shot (obviously depending on what I can get).

My chosen rescue IS: Evesham Greyhound and Lurcher Rescue.
EGLR is where Cleo, Tealeaf and Megan all came from, plus our bridge-dogs Myrtle & Hobo.

They are short of funds this year because they had to cancel their main summer show on account of our lovely English floods.

Anything you can spare will be gratefully received.

To make a donation click on the DONATE button on the bottom of the left hand menu, you can choose your amount on the form. The currency is set to British Pounds, Paypal will work out the conversion for you. Any problems let me know :-)

To email me.. use "crowsplitter -at- gmail . com" without the spaces, and put @ instead of -at-.

The Many Names of the BIG Dog.

2007-10-10T06:38:00.000+01:00

I have been tagged by Mollie to tell you all my nicknames. Mollie is a short friend, almost a dwarf, but not wrinkly. Actually I think she's quite cute, and since she can sleep on the computer table I'm quite jealous. I must try that.

Anyway, My REAL name is KuBrin Kaos Jamieson, but for some reason I don't get called that very often.

I get called:
QB
Cube
Tube
2B
Hoobee
Coobeedoobeedoobeedoo
Dinosaur Dog (now what's THAT about)
Dog Mountain
Gaylord
Fart-factory
Bigdog (clever huh?)
Home-wrecker (it was ONE LITTLE oven , get over it ok?)

I don't deserve this... I am a proper regal elegant poised and agile wolfie...

oh no, she's going to start flashing again

2007-10-09T06:57:00.000+01:00

AlphaB is pants, she broke her camera and stopped us from updating our blog regularly. How pants is that?

Well - our respite from the flashgun is over, she has a new camera and has been plaguing us with it for the last couple of days. It's like the damned paparazzi all over again.

I was just minding my own business:

Leafo was trying to get some shut eye:

Cleo was caught mid nose-lick:

No-one is safe, not EVEN in the car:

This is what Meg thinks of it all:

The good news is that she will be taking her new camera away with her for two whole weeks this weekend, so us lurchers and the DogFather will be living it up.

I pah on your pig's ears.

2007-10-03T07:39:00.000+01:00

Don't think I have not noticed that Meggie Deerhound is munching her way through 16 pig's ears and not sharing them with ANYONE.

I however, am beautiful, and this is the present I got for my gotcha day.....

You can keep your smelly pig's ears.

(unless of course, there just happens to be one going spare?)

It takes a worried dog

2007-09-30T21:19:00.000+01:00

(I am NOT going across that alone....)

(no daddy, no daddy, no daddy NO!)

and his dad, to get across a wobbly bridge....

You humans have no idea how fraught and emotionally draining that was! I'm exhausted.

(curiously I seem to manage the same bridge fine when it's just me and AlphaB and no dad.....)

16 Years, 16 Pigs Ears

2007-09-26T21:01:00.000+01:00

some of our dog friends and their humans came to stay for the weekend, especially to help me celebrate my birthday.

I got, all just for myself and not to share with the other hounds, SIXTEEN pigs ears in a sack tied with a yellow ribbon, all JUST for me. One for every year. How cool is that?

Aunty Ali was just a it worried that I might not be able to manage a whole pig's ear at my age, I'd just like to set her mind at rest:

I polished off two before supper, I'd have had more but mum was being mean.

Never mind the geriatric deerhound

2007-09-21T07:10:00.000+01:00

Today is MY gotcha day!!

6 WHOLE years ago today my mum and dad came and collected me from EGLR , and I was a very happy bunny (well... a happy dog anyway, the bunnies were probably not so happy).

I get two meals a day plus treats, I get cuddles and fusses and I get my choice of soft beds and sofas (with pillows and added sunny spots) to snooze on all day. What more could a girl want?

Well - maybe if I'm lucky a nice smelly leg stretch in the woods by the river.

Sweet 16.

2007-09-19T22:02:00.000+01:00

Hello everyone, it's my birthday today and I am sixteen years old. My mum is a bit surprised about this, and slightly perplexed, I think it must be because she is so old and does not understand us youngsters.

Anyway - I started the day by wolfing (no pun intended) down breakfast (with added risotto) then scrumping for strawberries from the strawberry pot.

As a special surprise, Ernest's mum flew all the way from Seattle, just to see ME, and give me a medal she won. She gave me smooches, I love her.

Later mum took me for a walk by the river and I met a lion.

Then I got even more extra lamb in my dinner, and a birthday pork pie. It was yummy.

Apparently now I am 16 I can...
1) buy cigarettes or tobacco
2) leave school
3) choose my own doctor
4) claim social security benefit
5) work full time
6) leave home with my parents’ consent
7) get married with one parent’s consent
8) drink wine or beer with a meal in a restaurant
9) hold a licence to drive a moped
10) buy a ticket in the National Lottery

So, if I take him out to a nice restaurant and ply him with wine.... do you think Finnegan's mum will let me marry him? I'll even invest in a lottery ticket. Not sure about going to work though. Ir the moped, could be tricky.

I'll just lie here and dream of Finn for a bit.

It's a right laugh this 16th birthday thing, I think I will do it all week!

Is this a walk or a snooze??

2007-09-11T21:03:00.000+01:00

Every evening we get to go for a walk, sometimes that Meggie-moo joins us, sometimes she does not. She's been feeling a bit stiff in the hips since a long walk on saturday, but decided to join us tonight.

Only trouble with that is we then don't walk far. But that's not so bad cos AlphaB took us to a HUGE field where us younger dogs zoom around like lurchers (it's cos we are lurchers).

Meggie-moo follows AlphaB around at her own pace. Something to do with knowing which pockets the bisquits are in.

Anyway, mid walk, AlphaB decides to lie down, in the grass. Dopey moo, do you think her hips are sore too? She's 287 in dog years, positively ancient.

So she gets US to lie down with here... what's all that about?

You won't find me joining in with THAT.

This one is just for Finn.

Rabbits....

2007-09-10T21:58:00.000+01:00

CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaarg

(see the rabbit?)

I may not be the youngest lurcher in the pack, nor the quickest off the mark... but I get there in the end!

Update - Teddy is home!

2007-09-10T06:39:00.000+01:00

Teddy has been found

Missing lurcher

2007-09-05T13:05:00.001+01:00

We interrupt this blog to ask anyone in the Southampton area to keep a lookout for Teddy

(click on his name for a link to the missing poster, please feel free to print out, distribute, and spread the word).

If it was one of ours I know we'd be beside ourselves.

Just for Finnegan

2007-09-04T22:03:00.000+01:00

My boyfriend Finn tagged me today.

(Just for you Finn!)

It was dead tricky - but I managed.....

My Name: Megan
1. Famous Singer : ME (you should hear me in the car)
2. Four letter word: Mine!
3. Street: Maiden Lane (it's in London, and I am a sweet innocent girl)
4. Colour: Mauve... I look good in purple
5. Gifts/Presents: Munchies...
6. Vehicle: Mini (A British classic - much like myself)
7. Things in a Souvenir Shop: Mugs!
8. Boy Name: Murphy
9. Girl Name: Myrtle (bless her cotton socks)
10. Movie Title: Men In Black (I like Men, the colour of the clothes is irrelevant)
11. Drink: Martini (shaken not stirred)
12. Occupation: Magician ( how DID you think I look so good at my age)
13. Celebrity: Ewan McGregor. Well, he's Scottish.
14. Magazine: Modern Dog. Well - I am one.
15. U.S. City: Myrtle Beach
16. Pro Sport: whats one of them?
17. Fruit: Melon, I like a Wally-melon.
18. Reason for Being Late for Work: Me? Go to work? Don't be daft.
19. Something You Throw Away: Mutton bones, but then I steal them back from the bin.
20. Things you shout... MUM!
21. Cartoon Character. Mini Mouse

There you go Finn... and one more pic... don't worry about the blond giant standing over me, he's not a patch on you.

Make like a Basset

2007-09-01T17:17:00.001+01:00

It has come to my attention that those vertically challenged dogs, you know the Bassets & Corgadors, namely Ernest , Wally and Jackson , seem to have all the fun.

So I'm going to make like a Basset.
Or a corgador.

What do you think of my "flat wolfhound"? Would I pass as a wrinkly dwarf?

Lurchery Life

2007-08-30T21:35:00.000+01:00

Being a pointy dog there is a certain expectation of speed and energy. There's always those comments about "I bet they need a lot of exercise" etc etc.

It's true occasionally do a bit of deerhound stalking :

But this is needs to be followed quickly by a long rest...

Or the odd bout of ragger tugging

Followed by some intense sofa surfing...

Then when we get together we can go NUTS

But only for about 30 seconds, then we need a long lie down...

It's tough being a lurcher.

Dogmobile

2007-08-29T22:24:00.000+01:00

So how DO you get 5 dogs and two people in a car?

Well - we don't travel far like this - but daily walks are better for a 10 minute drive. we can walk from the house but a few minutes of road work on a narrow windy road are required... so .... to the DOGMOBILE!.... (dan da da da dan da da da dan da dad dada DADA! (etc))

The wolfie. (aka QB) helps the DogFather drive....

Meggie the deerhound peeks out between the two front seats (in case anyone in the front seats have bisquits in their pockets).

The 3 Muskateers are in the very back (though Bootsie is shy and hides his face)

Occasionally, cyclists may be startled from their vehicles...

Bank Holiday Mondays

2007-08-27T08:43:00.000+01:00

Humans really have no idea about holidays, you are supposed to lie in bed for HOURS

Not open the blinds at 7 AM.

They really do need to learn to take life at an easier pace...

Meggie understands - she tries to maximize her sofa surfing time by doubling up with sofa-surfing AND roaching:

The younger lurchers are a lost cause, I'm afraid

My pln is developing.

2007-08-21T22:03:00.000+01:00

I am a dog of dichotomy.

When my daddy is here I am hapeeeee

When my daddy is away I am sad.

It's a binary thing, here/not here happy/sad.

So I've been thinking, and this is no easy thing for a Wolfie, we are not the Einsteins of the canine world.

Earlier plns failed to bring about permanent results. However, even I cannot dig a big enough hole to hide the daddy's car and stop him from leaving each week to go to work.

But

I remember, when I was a young wolfie, and not long after I arrived here the daddy hired some special equipment to let HIM dig a big hole.

So I am going to get me one of these, dig a hole, hide the car. No problemo.

Erm, I may need help with the driving, any dogs out there know how to go one of these? There's a bonio in it for you.....

This WAY!

2007-08-19T10:31:00.000+01:00

With so many dogs running about

It's often hard to know which direction we are supposed to be running in....

QB & Tealeaf cannot agree...

Nor can QB and Cleo

And this lot do not know if they are coming or going....

This way - no - THIS WAY.

Thirsty work

2007-08-17T07:30:00.000+01:00

I have it on good authority that there are yummy bones to be had under this river thingy, so I need to drink

This river

Dry

It's thirsty work you know...

Happy Birthday Wrinkly Dwarf

2007-08-16T07:30:00.000+01:00

Our friend Jackson aka the Wrinkly Dwarf is One today.

Happy Birthday To You!
Sardines, Tomatoes and Stew!
You are a fat Basset!
And you've got big ears too!

You was cute once:

Puppy Jackson on the bottom

Puppy Jackson trying to look fierce..

Steal some cakes for us SUMDs Birthday Boy!

Ps. Does this mean you are no longer BFBP???
PPs. Don't tell anyone - but I miss treading on your big ears - come back and play please?

Ghosts

2007-08-15T21:31:00.000+01:00

Dad.... I think we have ghosts.

No - I really really do... come see...

See?

Scarey huh?

Lurchery Birthdays

2007-08-12T22:02:00.001+01:00

Saturday (that was yesterday) was my birthday. I was 12.

Tell me it's not so? I am still a young chap really...

And what's more, I share my birthday with KuBrin too, and he's only 5, which makes me feel doubly old...

Anyway - a double lurchery birthday calls for celebration, so the humans took me and QB down to the local shops to visit the butchers.

While we were there we met a little girly JRT, she was only 5 months old, I was completely cool with her, I like my women a little longer in the legs, but QB was terrified.

We went to the butchers, and while the Dogfather and QB and me stood outside for our adoring public to greet us, AlphaB went in to buy BONES.

When we got home Dad helped me out with a bit of marrowbone, it was yummy

Then he helped the other birthday boy

And just so as they did not feel left out the others got some too:

Tealeaf did not want any help with his marrowbone. He thinks he's tough.

Megan was actually allowed to have hers inside, which is a cheek cos I get shouted at if I take one indoors, the humans said it was because it was so hot and she is an old biddy.

The Dogfather tried to help her out with the marrowbone bit, but cos she is a silly old bint she thought he was stealing her bone and would not let him have it.

Then she worked out what was happening and was happy to have the marrow instead of the bone.

Maybe I don't mind birthdays after all, can I have another one tomorrow?

Incoming....

2007-08-07T22:46:00.000+01:00

Looks like a Wolfhound...

Moves like a Wolfhound...

STEERS like a Wolfhound !

Fast dogs

2007-08-07T07:44:00.000+01:00

The lurcher....

Is faster

Than the eye

Or in this case AlphaB's new pocket camera.

Keeping the Leaflet in his place sure wears a girl out....

But I'm gorgeous, aren't I?

Us lurchers don't like the heat

2007-08-05T14:12:00.000+01:00

It's just tooooo hot...

QB & Leafo have bagged the breezy spot on the floor

Megan is a spoiled hound and has her own boudoir, it's the coolest room in the house..

Bootsie is trying to do his black dog on a black background disappearing act... that way he can pretend he does not exist and therefore he won't feel hot, it's a thinking lurcher's thing.

I've stolen the big dog's bed again, but am hanging my head out for maximum cooling factor.

Can we join in the ice-cream game... pleeeeeeeease...

Table manners...

2007-08-03T23:41:00.000+01:00

at Tigh Gadhar have definitely slipped since General Jackson's departure:

Megan and the Dogfather are the prime offenders...

And if Meg can get away with it, ALL the dogs like to try

But none of them really have Meg's armpit-surfing style down pat....

Bootsie just goes for the sympathy vote...

Improvised pln.

2007-07-31T19:01:00.000+01:00

My dad was actually HOME last night, but he showed the usual signs this morning of sneaking out without my permission, the suit, the case, the spare undies.

My cunning pln re burying the car is still at the plnning stage, so I had to do some improvisation this morning.

I lay on his laptop case.

It worked for 5 minutes. But he still left. I need a new pln.

How to be a lapdog...

2007-07-30T17:38:00.000+01:00

Snuggle up (with optional snog)...

... and smoulder baby, SMOULDER !!!

OK, my turn now...

Got the snog bit 'down pat'...

DAD? I need a bigger lap NOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!

Well, I wanted to be a lapdog but there was no room left on the lap.

Duracell Batteries

2007-07-26T21:26:00.000+01:00

I think I may have blown the "I'm too frail you need to deliver my treats to my bed" trick. Possibly the pogoing for dinner gave it away. Or maybe my agility at jumping onto the sofa to steal food....

I wonder what I need to do to get my people to do what Prince's dad has done, he gave up work to stay home full time to take care of Prince who is poorly. I need a human like that.

I had to go visit the V.E.T on saturday for a prescription checkup. There was a very nice new lady vet who was astonished when AlphaB told her how old I was.

The rescue I came from are utterly amazed.

My humans are just plane chuffed to bits.

By the way, I'm feeling quite frisky and rejuvenated at the moment. Do you think it's the duracell batteries?

Snogs to all those boy dogs out there,
Megan

Wet paws

2007-07-25T20:26:00.000+01:00

I don't BELIEVE it!

AlphaB took us for a walk this evening, or should I say a "wade". She decided she wanted to see exactly how bad the flooding was in the river meadows near us.

WHAT WAS SHE THINKING? IT'S FLOODING!

Stupid human.

We waded across a little bridge where the water was up to the top of her wellies. Top of her wellies is NOTHING for her. It was up to our TUMMIES. We could have DROWNED!! Let's just be grateful we are not Bassets, Corgadors or other height challenged dogs.

Tealeaf slipped his collar and ran away, but then decided he did not want to be left behind and braved the torrents.

That wolfie boy thought it was all great fun and gallivanted around all through the wet bits, us poor lurchers just had to suffer in silence.

Anyway we managed to get home all soggy and tired and have ensconced ourselves on the sofa, and we are NOT budging.

Unfortunately AlphaB did not have the camera with her so we can't show you just what torture she put us through, but one of our normal walks looks like this:

And here's me hightailing it to dry land:

"get me OUT of here!!"

Doobie doobie dooo

2007-07-25T12:25:00.001+01:00

Get out your best 'Frank Sinatra', 'Andy Williams' or 'Matt Monro' voice:
Clear your thoat...
1, 2, 3 annnddddd...

Doobie doobie doobie doobie

(do you hear the violins coming in?)

Doobie doobie doobie doobie

(they are working themselves up)

Doobie doobie doobie doobieeeeeeeeeeeeeee

(to a crescendo of an emotional climax
that has angels weeping in despair cause
they can't get it on high def DVD)

BORRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

as-free-as-the

WINDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

BLOWWWWWSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS....

I think there's going to be extra rations of Rimadyl going round tonight.

8 Random facts about ME!

2007-07-23T22:10:00.000+01:00

Our 2 legged friend Jabber63 tagged TDF to tell you 8 things about himself, but he's far too boring, so as lurcher representative I am going to do this myself. Besides, this is "Blogs From The Dogs" !

1) I was found in a rubbish skip at two months, and one week later was on death row before the peeps at EGLR rescued me.

2) As a rescue pup I had such a heavy worm infection I was treated with 4 adult doses all in a row before I got better.

3) I am the only lurcher who can sneak upstairs onto the bed with the humans undetected.

4) I love playing with puppies. Actually I love playing with ANYONE.

5) I am an ace catcher.

6) I love winding up Cleo.
(I REALLY do, so much so that my middle name is "Are-you-annoyed-yet?")

7) I am a champion fox poo roller.

8) I am not a qualified plumber. But I can empty the bin, and blame others.

Sooooo, NOW you know what a lurcher is ;-)

Ciao for now,

Leafo.

Us Lurchers do NOT like to get wet

2007-07-22T21:41:00.000+01:00

Those of you keeping an eye on the news will know that we have been inundated with rain recently. So much so that there were floods in the garden and everywhere else around. Us dogs barked when the trees blew down and the dog toys in the garden washed up to the back door, but fortunately we kept our paws dry.

That was Friday and on Saturday things looked a little brighter, so the humans decided to drag us out for a walk. But their weather sense is rubbish, as we walked over the hills the skies opened, and we had to shelter under a tree.

As you can see - I was NOT impressed

Then we had to trudge home, in the rain, and the thunder, and the lightning.

Even the Dogfather got soaked, and he was not impressed, though AlphaB thought it was funny (she has a strange sense of humour)

As we walked home we were treated to a small ray of sunshine:

I'm happy to say Sunday has been MUCH brighter.

Are YOU boofin' at ME ???

2007-07-20T20:44:00.000+01:00

Now THAT was a turn-up for the books.

We have had torrential rain here today, and we didn't hear the Dogfather drive up much sooner than expected - 'they' must have let him out early for good behaviour.

Before I could even get my best boofing paws out, HE - BOOFED - ME !!!

The ignominy of it all - I am KuBrin (aka QB) - one who Boofs, the Boofer, NOT the Boofee.

WOT am I to do ?

Am I forever to be remembered as 'QB the Boofee' ? ? ?

I am forming a NEW pln!

2007-07-18T23:22:00.002+01:00

Hmmmm,

That didn't work too well - the dogfather stayed here one night and then went off again - this time holding his wallet in his hand.

I wonder...

if we could try...

to hide...

the CAR.