Well …. you wouldn’t have thought that earlier this morning. Mama was in a very moany mood. It didn’t help with the arrival of a neighbours grandchildren for the day – who thought shouting and racing their scooters down our very quiet cul-de-sac was some form of fun! Nor the fact that another neighbour whose property borders the back of ours is having building work done – and we all know how quiet builders work!!

Anyway, Fin restored Mama’s mood by being his usual happy self and posing for this picture during our morning walk – and as is usual with Fin you’ll notice “no ears” !!!! Helps with all those befunky creations of ours; easier to put hats and stuff on him!

We hope that all our friends out there have had a better start to Monday than we.

Rooodles!

WE HATES TUESDAYS !

Well ….. not ALL of Tuesdays. We don’t hate the bits of Tuesdays when we go for our morning walks … all those sniffs … yummy. We don’t even hate the bits of Tuesdays when we have to sit in the baby bath and get our legs and bits cleaned off. And we certainly don’t hate the bits of Tuesdays when we get carrots after the baby bath thingy!

What we do hate is the bits of Tuesdays that involve the Grooming Bag. It lurks in a corner, all dark and brooding, with its zippered mouth wide open, and those implements of torture spilling out around it! She does try to zip it up, but its grown sooooo fat over the years, that it would need to go on a crash diet to  get anywhere near being fastened. Even though the grooming bag is a Radley bag, WE STILL HATES IT!

However, as we were all rather mucky and muddy from our walk this morning,  we’ve not quite dried out enough for her to use one of the brushes. We’ve all been rather desperately trying to rid ourselves of all the sticky bud balls that are clinging to our skirts, but we too, are struggling.

There’s always the hope that another chore will take her mind off the Grooming Bag … but if we don’t get “done” today, it’ll be Woeful Wednesday (tomorrow) for us Sparhawk lads!

Think about us ….. please!

Mum’s just got over a kidney infection and cheered herself up by looking at baby pictures of us.

As the “Mutt-ers” section belongs to me (Bobby) she thought she’d share a few snaps of when I was little. Apparently she says that I’ve not changed at all and approach dogs in the same naughty inquisitive manner as these pictures suggest.

Well I am a Scottie after all, what does she expect.

So how does she know it’s me, I hear you ask. Well, as I was from a litter of 4 boys, to identify us all, each of us had a different colour. Mine was grey ‘cos she named me after Greyfriar’s Bobby – how cool’s that!

By the way, Fin had a blue ribbon as she had already picked a proper name for him (Sparhawk Sapphire Knight, hence blue ribbon) but I stole ended up being given that name – but that’s another story, for another day. Enjoy these few shots of me being very cute.

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