Scotties Do Strictly …

One day ahead of our UK “Strictly Come Dancing Final” Tayler and Sparta perform especially for you in a one off broadcast …… “Scotties Do Strictly”.

Not quite sure which dance this is …. The Tango, or the Paso Doble – it’s got flicks and kicks, but does it have enough for the pawfect score. No doubt you’ll let us know!!!

NaNoWriMo!

November is National Novel Writing Month and we have been asked by Rocco to participate in a round robin story. We are really excited about this. So to bring you all up to date with the story so far, here’s where you can catch up, then read my bit. Can’t wait to see what happens in the end!

Rocco – part one

Bongo – part two

Haley & Zaphod – part three

Easy Rider – part four

My Rotten Dogs – part five

Sophie Doodle – part six

Haiku by Ku – part seven

Oh My Shih Tzu – part eight

And our chapter is …

No …. the smell actually smells like Mama’s “Meat Lovers Biscuits” she makes for me every couple of weeks – she doesn’t like buying kibble, but prefers to bake my biscuits herself …. Anyway less of that, what are those humans doing here?

I creep stealthily into the cabin on my 4inch legs – lucklily no one is interested in looking at the floor so I seem to be able to continue unnoticed – thank goodness for that – so I manage to get to the back door and escape into the night. My master most certainly was not amongst those humans having their fun in that cabin. Or was that fun … I’m so not sure ….

Oh boy …. so if he wasn’t there where oh where was he. Was I distracted by the smell of cooking? Or was his smell mingled within that delicious smell of baking in order to put me off my trail. I’m better than that. I can feel he was here … but not anymore.

Oh shall not be deterred. Help is needed. The snow is still falling and I’m surrounded by the forest. In this environment I am more at peace. No squealing, stomping or shouting humans in cabins that make me jump …. just the peace of a forest at midnight with snowflakes fluttering around me. 

I stride forward. Confident that my posture will put off anyone trying to stop me find my master. Into the mist I tread. Into the snow covered countryside. Into the dark. Into the cold. Into to ….. Oh boy! what on earth is that emerging from the woods ……

*******

The next chapter can be found at Critter Alley

Thirsty Thursday

IMG_0946

This always makes me Bark Out Loud. This is the stream quite close to home. But I always make sure I grab a drink …. a long drink from this stream. I do this on purpose ‘cos Mama is usually desperate for a tiddle herself by this time and on the odd occasion she’s had to stand very very still until the feeling has passed!