Spring

I see Pickle Wrote my last Blog. I Never Said PIckle could Write MY Blog.

This is MY Blog. It's all about ME. 

MY Blog is Not about Pickle.

It was Spring Yesterday. It was Sunny.

Pickle SPRINGS.

Pickle Springs Over the Gate into my Field.

Pickle Springs into Action when he Hears Something.

This is what Pickle Looks Like when he gets Too Close.

(Why am I Talking about Pickle. It's MY Blog).

Milly can't Spring when she gets in Pickle's Crate.

She gets Stuck.

I don't Spring anymore.

I am Thirteen Years Old.

Anyway, I started my Blog in September 2006. I was Six Months Old.

run sniff pant wag run sniff pant wag

Pickle here!

Yes it's ME... (busy run sniff pant wag run sniff pant wag busy)

Person told Pip that if he Didn't Pull His Paw Out she would let ME write in his Blog.

I found some Paper.

And I found a fly swat. 

I found Person's Gardening Glove

And I Killed my Frog

(busy run sniff pant wag run sniff pant wag........BARK)

Pip doesn't know I have been writing here. Yet.

Philosophical Me

Where does this White Stuff Come From?

My Fields is a New World of New Smells.

Person says I Get Philosophical as I Get Older.

I Think Therefore I Am.

Pickle Sniffs Therefore Pickle Is.

Pickle Digs Therefore Pickle Is...Pickle

Pickle makes the White Stuff Yellow

Milly Looks Therefore Milly Is...

Milly Plays Catch Snow.

Pickle wants to Go Out In the White Stuff again.

Please.

NOW.

Pickle's Philosophy is Don't Wait To Do Later What You Can Do Now.

Anyway, Person says Don't Miss the Donut through Looking Through the Hole. 

Person is Philosophical Too. 

Hurricane Ophelia. Hurricane Pickle Next?

Today the Sun was RED. 

Hurricane Ophelia brought Red Dust from the Sahara.

But Zara isn't Red. Zara is Yellow.

I'm Yellow. 

Pickle is Black.

Anyway, who said Pickle could Lie on MY Bed?

Go Away and Bother Milly.

Pickle Never Stops. 

Zara has Three Speeds. Slow, Slower and Stop.

Will Hurricane Pickle bring Black Dust?

What is a Cocker Spaniel German Shepherd Mix?

Pickle Tries.

(Person says if he Could Find a Way, he Would Find a Way).

Milly is On Heat. AGAIN!

Milly does Whining Noises when she's On Heat. 

Milly does Panting. 

(Person says Humping Milly is Bad for my Joints). 

My Joints?

Zara doesn't have Heats. 

Anyway, Milly has a Sore Nose.

Our House has a Smart Meter to Control Heat.

PicklExit and New Husky

Another Election.

Can I Vote for Picklexit?

Last night the Weather was Wild. Today the Weather is Wild.

I'm Not Going Out.

But Wet Pickle still Wants to Play.

Zara Loves Long Grass.

We Eat Long Grass. 

Person says We Look Like Cows.

Milly's Blue Tongue

Anyway, TV is Talking. Will May Get In?

May Get In?

May Has Gone. It's June.

Anyway, Grandchild Elle asked Person, Can I Have A Dog?

I Want a Husky.

(Oh NO Not Another Puppy)!

Instead, Person had a Better Idea.....

Husky

Guns and a Disembowelled Chicken

Zara and Pickle SHOULD be Working Dogs.

Zara and Pickle are Gun Dogs.

Is Pickle A Nuisance because he's a Gun Dog Without a Gun?

But Zara isn't A Nuisance and Zara is a Gun Dog.

I'm a Sight Hound. I'm Not a Nuisance.

I sometimes Hear Bangs behind our Field.

Person says Oh Dear.

Because Pickle is a Gun Dog Without a Gun, Pickle has to Make Do with Disembowelling his Chicken

Milly isn't a Gun Dog. Milly isn't a Sight Hound.

Milly is a Guard Dog with Nothing to Guard.

She sometimes Tries to Guard Person.

Anyway, Pickle will have to Make Do with his Chewed Sucked Smelly Disembowelled Chicken.

And I can Sleep.

I Sleep a Lot now because I am Getting Old.

Happy Mothers Day

Day for Happy Mothers?

Person calls me Lazy Boy now.

I was Born in May 2005. I am Nearly Twelve Years Old.

I was Born in Rescue.

My Mother was a Saluki. She wasn't a Happy Mother.

Milly was Fourteen Weeks Old and had Never Been Outside. 

Milly had Only Ever Seen Two Persons.

Milly's Mother wasn't a Happy Mother either.

What about Pickle's Mother? (What did she have a Little Pickle for anyway?)

Person kept seeing the same Poster on a Gate: 'One Puppy Left'.

Oh Dear.

Happy Mother's Day is for Zara's Mother. Zara's Mother Lived with Persons in a Home.

Anyway, I am a Sight Hound, just Like My Mother.

I can see a Long Long Way.

I Know Things

It's Frosty.

I KNOW Things.

I Know that a Trump Person Plays Golf in Scotland.

I Know that Trump Person has his Own Field. (I have My Own Field too).

Trump's Field is a Golf Field.

I Know that Golf Balls are Little. Golf Balls are Heavy.

(Our Balls are Blue. They are Light).

Person had to Crack the Ice on my Rainwater Tub.

Anyway, here Zara Takes a Break from Looking for Things To Eat.

Zara Trumps. 

Zara Trumps because Zara Eats Things.

Dog in a Manger

A Person called Baby Jesus was born Two Thousand and Sixteen Years Ago. 

In a Manger.

I was Born nearly Twelve Years Ago.

In Rescue Kennels.

Person calls me Lazy Boy.

Pickle has a Blue Ball.

Zara has a Blue Ball.

Milly has Two Blue Balls. 

I'm a Sight Hound. 

I can Tell the Difference Between a Ball and a Rabbit. 

I can Tell the Difference between a Ball and a Pigeon. And a CAT.

I'm Not a Lazy Boy when I See a Pigeon.

Anyway, Pickle Says Why are you Pointing That Thing at me?

When are we Going Out? 

Milly Tries to Pick Up All Three Balls. 

Person says Milly is a Dog in the Manger.

Marmite had Mange when she was A Puppy.

Marmite was our Chocolate Labrador. Marmite Died Five Years Ago.