My Friend Doyle

Here is my Special Friend, Doyle.

Doyle lives the Other Side of the World.

I want to Chase Rabbits with Doyle the Other Side of the World.

Half Term Smells

It was Half Term.

What Does a Half Term Smell of?  

Grandchildren.

Anyway, SOMETHING has been in our field.

A Mouse? A Rat? A Pigeon? A Mole? A.... C A T ??????

Little Pickle Caught a Mouse in the Bonfire. 

Pickle Ate the Mouse Alive. 

Milly can Smell Little Animals in the Bonfire too.

I can See a Long Way.

I am a Sight Hound.

I am also a Smell Hound.

A LEAP Year

A Year? A NEW Year? 

What happened to the OLD Year?

Did the Old Year Run Away?

Did Someone Take the Old Year?

Did Pickle Bury the Old one?

Did Person Forget where she Put It? 

Anyway, a NEW Year is a Much More Interesting Thing.

It is a LEAP Year.

I will be Eleven Soon but I can Still LEAP.

I expect it will mean Even More Leaping from Little Pickle. Oh Dear.

Anyway, A Happy New Leap from ME too.

Person Screamed

Person Screamed.

PIP YOU HAVE PEED IN MY BOOT.

Person didn't then Take Us Out.

Oh Well.

I am Blaming Pickle.

Anyway, Person Fixes Inside-Out Ears

Here I am with Fierce Teeth

And Here I am in my New Igloo Bed

This is MY Blog

But Here are Little Pickle, Milly and Zara.

Anyway, Person is Now Taking us for ONE-DOG-AT-A-TIME Walks

Pickle Makes Too Much Noise when it's Not His Turn.

Person Shuts Him Away.

Good Job.

Silly Season

How DARE that Pigeon look down on MY Garden?

It's Milly's Season again.

It's Autumn.

She has her Own Season as well as a Birthday. 

I only have a Birthday. I shall be Eleven in the Spring. Pickle has only a Birthday.

Zara can't have her Own Season either.

Zara and Pickle have Birthdays on the Same Day. In the Summer. 

Person calls this a Coincidence.

Pickle is Five. Zara is Four.

I Allow Zara to Share My Sofa. 

Me with Zara

I don't Allow Milly to Share My Sofa.

I Certainly Don't Allow Pickle to Share My Sofa. 

Anyway, Pickle Eats the Unripe Figs.

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Zara's is a Labrador, not a Staffie....

.... and Milly is Seven. 

It's Milly's Silly Season.

Looking Silly

The Vet took away my Lumps and Bumps while I was Asleep.

I must not Lick my New Wound.

I had to wear a Person-T-Shirt.

I Look Silly.

I  Peed on my first Person-T-Shirt.

I am Not Happy.

Milly is HOWLING.

Milly is telling All the Dogs in our road About My New Wound.

About Me Looking Silly.

Anyway, here are Baby-Dog Zara and Little Pickle Cuddling Up Together

I Don't Like Cuddling Up.

I Especially don't like Cuddling Up with Little Pickle.

I like it All By Myself in my High Chair.

My New Wound is Better Now.

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.