Dedicated to my beloved Scotties
Bobby’s mutters and moans, cheerful musings for Mondays
oooooh …. this bed is soooo comfy. I know I shouldn’t be here, but well ….. I am.
They don’t seem to mind too much. She wouldn’t have taken a photo if she did, now would she!
What have you done today, that you shouldn’t have, but actually got away with it?
Hey guys, why not have a got at making your own comic strip. It’s fun, fairly easy, but best of all its FREE.
Visit pikistrips.com and have some more fun with picture of your beloved scotties, and other breeds of course!
PS: That’s us on our camping weekend at Clumber Park last March
Roooodles!
Just beneath our Dad, lurks a settee monster . . .
So he investigates to see what is nudging him from below . . .
He grabs his camera, and quickly thrusts it under the settee hoping to catch it . . . .
And catch it he does. However, it is no monster at all, it’s Bobby, our brother!
But OMD! what a photo Dad managed to get.
This is Bobby’s favouritist place in the world; he loves dark places, the smaller the better – hence underneath the settee.
Oh well, mystery solved. Back to cleaning our Scottie paws (sitting on Mum of course, where else?)
Roodles
Dear Nice FB & Twitter Friends
Gus has just been caught raiding the ……….. woodpile?! of all places. He could’ve chosen any number of nicer things to eat, but what’s with the wood: we don’t know? He’s already had two serious stomach illnesses which required veterinary attention, and made Mum very very worried.
Any ideas on how he can be stopped? Mum would be really pleased to hear from you.
Roooooodles, woofs & wags, Bobby & Finlay
The dog is a Gentleman; I hope to go to his heaven, not Man’s
(Mark Twain, 1835-1910)
Just a few interesting facts for 15th June
I know, we’ve yet to do our morning ablutions! Yes its late afternoon, but have you noticed the weather! Too wet for Ducks if you ask us.
Anyway, Mum thinks we need to go out and she know’s we won’t so the cheeky monkey opened the kitchen door to the garden and threw out Bonio biscuits for us to get.
We all dashed out, as quick as ….. something, and came back in. Finlay was very slow, trying to dodge the downpour. Bobby stood guarding the doorway back into the kitchen so Fin couldn’t get in and then . . . . and then he stole the bonio biscuit out of Fin’s mouth!
Well Mum creased up with laughter; I, Gus stood well back, having dashed out and retrieved my Bonio in double quick time – I might be enormous in size, but I’m very nimble on my feet. Mum, the soppy thingy, then gave Fin another biscuit. All this joviality brought Dad out of the lounge and then HE joined in.
Anyway, we’re all back in the house, settled down and drying off, and legs still tightly crossed!
Sparhawk Scotties 