Doghair Despair

Mum is a little sad today. Houdini (one of her Australian RedClaw Crayfish) has passed away. Mum was so upset that Dad had to get her out of the tank as Mum couldn't bear it. Mum has had them since they were tiny babies and so she is really gutted. Dad immediatley started eyeing the tank up for his fish and so Mum got real mad at him. It does make sense to shift Little H into the smaller tank now she is on her own but Mum was in no mood to discuss it. Swim free at the bridge Houdini, your antics will be sorley missed :(

Dad picked Peter up for a visit on Sunday evening. His stitches are all out from his face and it is healing nicely, he has lots of staples in his knee and a wierd splint kind of contraption on his leg but he says it is feeling much better and he can hobble about now at least.
I was soooo happy to see him, I missed him as he is usually a very regular visitor, so Mum and Dad had to keep reminding me not to jump on his bad knee.. when he is better i am jumping on his knee for a cuddle and not getting off for a week!! He managed to play tug with me for a while though so I was happy.

Mum decided to make a pasta bake last night and look what happened when she opened the peppers...



Rasta Peppers!! Red, Gold and Green in one single pepper.. this prompted mum to start singing Bob Marley tunes at the top of her voice (and trust me.. this isn't a good thing!!) Me and the kids ran for cover with our paws/hands over our ears. She then insisted on speaking in a Jamaican accent for the entire time we had dinner!! Seriously.. anyone know a good therapist?

Mum is despairing at the moment about my hair (would she rather I was bald??) She says she has never known a dog shed so much (which i'm sure is an over dramatisation of the situation) As fast as she sweeps the hair up it is all over the floor again. She *claims* that brushing me yields enough hair to produce sweaters for the entire civilised world... hmm likes to embelish facts a little i think!!
Well newsflash Mum.. I'M A DOG - SHEDDING MY COAT IS WHAT I DO... GET OVER IT!

now I think it may be nap time, I think Mum thought she was competing in an olympic dash on our walk this morning and so I am bushed.


Ben xxx

friends, critters, gifts and napping...

Finally nudged Mum into doing her job and uploading some photo's to show you all..

In my last post I told you about some furry friends that Mum and Dad look after from time to time.. so I thought I would introduce them to you.

Firstly Jasper (or Ginger Furball as I prefer to call him)

The Ginger Furball is Grandma's Persian Cat. He makes Dad sneeze and itch, claws Mums hands to ribbons when she grooms in and thinks he is a scarf (he likes draping himself round Mum's neck and going to sleep) but despite all this Mum, Dad and the little beans love him to pieces (and Mum claims she is not a cat person!!.. the secrets out now Mum!!)





kinda cute if you go for the ginger furry look!


Secondly Max

Max stayed with Mum & Dad when his Dad was away serving in Iraq and Afghanistan (and on various other occasions when Mum just *demanded* his presence!!)
Mum calls Max her surrogate son (so i guess that makes him my surrogate brother!). I can understand why she loves him, he is pretty handsome and a fairly cool dude.









Handsome isn't he??


Now onto the critters I am forced to live with on a permanent basis...


Little H:




Houdini:



Various mouth flapping critters:




Now onto photos of Moi (what post would be complete without my mug shot??!!)


Especially for Pippa.. because he asked.. here is me with my duck (one of the gifts from Michaela)




and here is me celebrating National Nap Day (slightly late.. but better late than never) and that one is for you Lady Kaos :)





Ben xxxxx