Category: Sausage dog
Song for Boris. Go Boris Go.
My Mum died on April 9th last year in a Care Home. I couldn’t visit her for months, she had dementia and by the time…
Second book done…hit the bottle…recipe below.
Smelling salts for Craig! Thats book 2 in the bag….and me in the pub
Big news from Planet Craig – the pitter patter of tiny paws.
The love of a good sausage is something that is hard to put into words until you’ve been there yourself. The low slung, wagging loofahs…
The talking sausage dog
The talking sausage dog. Fact. He listens. Replies. I listen and do as I am told. He is it. The King. The Boss….
The Clampetts with the sausage dog in Beaune.
What is about the bloody French? They can put on a paper bag, tie a piece of string round their waists – and yes they…
Death row dog v spoilt sausage dog.
Observation:
Terry on close inspection has battle scars. He has nicks out of his ears, the bridge of his nose and tufts of shiny skin above his eyes. His hair is dull and scraggy and it looks like someone trimmed up his curly hairy face with a pair of toe nail clippers to disguise his Wooky like chops. I look forward to watching his health and vitality emerge.
A naked dog is delivered from Spain
Sunday night 7.30pm standing at the side of the road waiting for our new Spanish hairy parcel to be delivered. Blind date but slightly different….
Meldrum House -a dog friendly, delightful destination.
I know I know I sound like a stuck record but really. This time of year in our glorious country matches and beats hands down…
Sack of tatties
Why is it I wait until the morning of a party to get something to wear? It’s not just any party either its our party….
Aberdeen – The Silver City – love it!
It’s been a long haul. A long low slow lazy can’t be bothered to get up and at it haul to hoover out the blog…