Lumps and Bumps

I have A Lump.

Charles The Vet says he will Take My Lump Away before it grows into a Big Lump.

Take it Away?

Anyway, it has been Hot. Pickle Rolls in Water. (I Don't Like Wet). 

Pickle Plays Ball when it's Hot .  Zara Plays Ball when it's Hot. 

I am Ten Years Old now. 

I like Lying in the Shade.

Zara Sometimes Goes Mad and Chases Pickle Around the Sitting Room.

I Bark.

Milly Watches.

Person Shuts Pickle in his Crate.

Person Shuts Zara Behind the Dog Den.

Zara hasn't Got a Lump like Mine. Zara is only just Four Years Old. 

Person says Zara is Too Young for Lumps and Bumps.

Perhaps the Vet, when he Takes my Lump Away, can Take Pickle Away too?

No Camels in My Field

Here is a Picture of ME. 

ME (Pickle in the way)

 

You can See My Foot. You can See My Tail. You can See My Nose.

Person Went to a Naughty Beagle Last Week. 

Even Naughtier than Pickle!

Beagle likes Standing on the Table. Beagle likes Drinking his Person's Tea from his Person's Mug.

I am Pip of Arabia. Isn't Arabia where Nights come from. And Camels?

We get Nights in My Field.

Me

I prefer Nights Under my Duvet. 

Anyway, I have Seen a Hedgehog in My Field. 

I have Never Seen a Camel in My Field though.

Very Strange Things

Two Very Strange Things Happened. 

After Breakfast it was Night Time. No Birds.

 

Then Milly Was Bitten by an Invisible Animal.

Milly was Under the Willow Tree.

Milly SCREAMED. 

Milly

Quickly I Ran to Milly. Pickle Ran to Milly. Zara Ran to Milly. 

If it was a Fox I would Catch it. If it was a Rat, Pickle would Catch it. If it was a Weasel, Pickle would Catch it. (Zara doesn't Catch Animals).

But there was Nothing for us to Chase.

Very Strange.

So I Went Back to what I Was Doing. Eating Grass.

Me eating grass

Anyway, here Pickle isn't Pickling which is Another Strange Thing. He is Lying Quietly with Milly and Zara.

Me, I have the Other Sofa All To Myself.

Chickens and an Egg

Person went on a Chicken Camp. To Help her to Clicker Train Dogs, she says.

Camp? Chicken? Clicker? Dogs?

Chicken Train ME?

To do WHAT?

I don't Eat Chicken Food (I Eat CHICKEN). I Don't Peck either.

I don't need to be Chicken Trained. Person just has to Ask me Nicely and I will Sit for her anytime.

Person's Chicken Laid an Egg.

Our Sarah has Written a Book.

Sarah's Book Smells New and Printy and Papery.

Me with our Sarah's book

Anyway, here is Person with Other Persons Holding Chickens.

Person with her clicker chicken

Do Goats Chase Balls?

Me

 

Am I a Sheep? Am I a Goat? What's a Goat?

Do I Smell like a Goat?

Zara and Me

Do Goats HOWL?

When I HOWL Milly Howls, Pickle Howls and even Quiet Zara Howls.

Pickle

Anyway, Little Pickle has a New Blue Ball. 

He Teases Zara. 'You Can't Have My Ball'.

Zara Chases Pickle. Milly doesn't Chase Pickle.

Milly

Person says 'No Chasing in the Sitting Room!' LOUDLY.

Then Zara has to go in the Dog Den for a while to Calm Down.

Zara

I wonder whether Goats Chase Balls.

Little Star of Bethlehem

A Jolly Christmas from Me.

(And from Milly and Zara and from Pickle too I suppose).

Last year Person gave all Five of us Bones for Christmas.  She says I must Keep Quiet about What Happened Afterwards.

(Five dogs with The Runs - shh).

Here is Pickle with Zara. 

Zara is a Good Dog. 

Is that a LIGHT Shining on Zara? Is it a STAR?

Where is Bethlehem?

Bethlehem is a Long Way Away. Take Pickle with you, Zara.

Maybe you will find Monty the Mont there.

Anyway, it's Windy here. I don't like Wind.

Monty in The Box

 

Monty the Mont is In this Box.

Or so Persons says.

We have a New Dog Den. Monty's not in our New Dog Den because he is In The Box.

 

Milly has been In Season yet again! I had to Hump her All By Myself.

Because Monty is In The Box now.

Pickle would rather be Sleeping or Pickling.

Zara used to play with Monty the Mont.

Now she wants Milly to Play instead.

 

Anyway, I found a Hedgehog in our Outside Kennel. 

Milly came To Sniff. Zara came To Sniff. Little Pickle came To Sniff.

Monty couldn't come To Sniff because he is in The Box.

Hedgehog lay Very Still and Very Small and Very Prickly.

RIP Monty the Mont

Monty the Mont has Disappeared.

Person took Monty out and he didn't Come Back.

Persons are Quiet and Sad.

I have been Looking for Monty.

Is he somewhere in the field? Under the Willow?

Monty the Mont liked Under the Willow.

Here I am with Zara and Little Pickle.

I wouldn't look for Pickle if he Disappeared.

Milly sometimes Disappears. She Hides in Pickle's small crate.

Anyway, Bye Bye Monty the Mont

Apples and Very Revolting Things

I am now NINE YEARS OLD.

I started my Blog Eight Year Ago, when I was One.

Monty the Mont is nearly Eleven.

 

Sometimes Monty Can't Eat which is strange because Monty the Mont is Always Hungry. Monty has something called Steroids which Make him Eat.

Monty already lived with my Person when she Rescued me - when I was a Puppy.

Anyway, sometimes I don't eat. I'm Not Hungry.

Sometimes I eat Very Slowly so that Monty and Zara have to watch me and DROOL.

Monty Loves Apples. Milly Loves Apples. Little Pickle Loves Apples and Zara Loves Eating Everything, most especially Very Revolting things.

Person has put the old Puppy Pen around the little Apple Tree to Save the Apples.

Little Pickle can Climb Over the Puppy Pen. Person says he's like a Cat.

I Don't Like Apples.

Yesterday Person threw lots of food all over the field and we went on a Big Hunt. Or Monty, Milly, Pickle and Zara went on the Big Hunt.  

(Zara was still Hunting long after everyone else had Finished. Zara is Very Greedy).

I couldn't be bothered. I soon Gave Up.

I hope I don't have Steroids to Make Me Eat.

Anyway, Little Pickle likes Chasing the Ball best of all.

Monty the Mont is getting old

Before Person has even Thrown the Blue Ball, Little Pickle is Running.

Sometimes he Can't Find it.

Milly is Clever. Milly Keeps her Eyes on the Ball, Person says. 

(Eyes on the Ball?)

Zara doesn't Chase the Blue Ball. Zara prefers to Chase Pickle.

However......

I am the Fastest Dog. 

I am a Sight Hound and I am a Speed Hound.

I Watch. I Wait. 

Monty Doesn't Do Chasing anymore.

Monty the Mont is Getting Old.

We like Rain Water best of all.

Pickle gets IN Water Rolls About.

Anyway, Monty the Mont has a White Muzzle.

Monty has White Hairs on his Face too.

I tried to tell you about Person's White Hairs, but she won't type it for me.

Bones and Books

The other day Person Gave us each a Bone to Keep Us Busy.

Person had Guests. 

Guests are Persons who've not come to see Me! (Nor Monty the Mont, not Milly, Nor Zara and certainly Not Pickle).

Person made a BIG MISTAKE

The Bones Person gave us were Cooked Bones.

Next day I was ILL. Monty was ILL. Milly was ILL. Zara was ILL. And Little Pickle was ILL. 

We were ALL ILL.

We Ate Grass to Feel Better.

Anyway, Person's friend Lisa has written a Book. The Book is called The Heartbeat At Your Feet.

I Don't Like Books. 

Person Fixates on Books. When Person is Holding a Book she Ignores me.

Anyway, here is Pickle Pickling behind the Tree Fern.

No More Stitches

My Stitches are All Gone now.

I had to Stand Very Still while the vet cut them with Scissors.

They were Blue Stitches.

Person says because I am Skinny and have No Fur I must still Wear my Coat.

Person has No Fur but doesn't Wear a Coat. (Perhaps that is because she's not Skinny).

I have a New Ball. An Orange Ball. 

I try to make it POP but I can't. It is called a Magic Ball.

Everyone wants my Magic Ball.

Milly Takes my Magic Ball into the Kennel. 

Pickle has to have His Own Ball. It has a Bell in it.

Anyway, this afternoon Zara is Eating Sticks.

Monty the Mont doesn't want his Photo taken.

And I am Taking a Break. 

A Break from Worrying about who wants MY Magic Ball.