When the Sun Goes Down

Person says to me You Are Getting Old. 

Person doesn't like someone to say You Are Getting Old to her.

I won't play Ball with Person. 

I Lie Around a lot.

Son-Person has come to Live With Us for a while.

I will Play Ball with Son-Person though. He takes me out By Myself. 

I Like being taken out By Myself.

It is HOT.

Why does Little Pickle DIG and Dig and Dig in the Paddling Pool Water?

He's Wet.

Me, I keep away from Water.

Milly Likes a Small Den where it'e Cool. Under Person's Desk.

Pickle and Zara like a Small Den where it's Cool.

Anyway, Person went to a Dog Show and was Kissed by a HUGE Dog called a BoerBoel.

A Boerboel comes from South Africa. It's Hot in South Africa too.

I hope Son-Person will take me into the Field By Myself. 

I hope Son-Person will Play Ball with me again when the Sun Goes Down.

Referendum

She Person is Talking Loudly.

He Person is Talking VERY Loudly.

She Person says she's is IN. He Person says he's OUT.

In? Out?

We have Grass Beds not Flower Beds in our Field.

We Love IN the Grass Beds.

I Choose the Best Grass to Eat. 

Zara Eats Grass.

Pickle Eats Grass.

Here am I coming OUT of a Grass Bed.

My Bed is the Sofa.

I'm ON. Not IN and not OUT. ON.

Pickle's Bed is ON a Sofa too. Not MY Sofa.

Anyway. the OUTS Won. The INS Lost.

I like ON Best. Person says I'm getting Lazy in my Old Age.

May? May Not?

I am ELEVEN YEARS OLD this May. 

Person says it is Now May.

I was Born in a Rescue. Mum was a Saluki. Dad was a Labrador.

We were All Rescued Together.  Eleven Years Ago. 

In May.

So, Now is May? 

Surely, Now is Is.

When is May Not?

May Not is when Pickle Lies on My Sofa

May Not is when Pickle Takes My Chair

We May Eat Grass

Pickle May Eat Berries

Pickle May Sleep under Person's Duvet

I May be Eleven?

There is no May about it.

I AM Eleven.

Anyway, Person WILL give Zara a treat when she Comes In.

Person WILL give me a treat when I Come In.

Not MAY.

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.