Holiday planning..

Mum says I might not have time to blog much this week as we go on holiday on Friday and I've got to help out. I think she's starting to panic. She disappeared behind a 27ft high pile of ironing three hours ago and hasn't been seen since.

 I keep hearing mutterings too.... " For God's sake, we go every year; how difficult can it be...." and " Do you really need that much stuff, you never use half of it..."  Well I do think other Mum has a point. I'm only taking my mac, my fleece and my fleece lined mac.. oh and my food, 2 bowls and stand. My bed, blanket, Mr Fog Fog, dong and ball. My lead, training lead, tin of treats, 2 towels and medical kit. Hmmmm.... moving swiftly on... :-/

I wonder if Mum thinks we might suddenly be invited to circumnavigate the globe whilst in the pub one evening and be away for a little longer than originally planned? There must be some explanation for all this stuff! Still I'm more than happy to lie on my sofa and keep out of the way, or project manage as I like to call it...

Mum has also said I'm not allowed to take the laptop away with me as we all need a proper break. That means Mum and other Mum might have to talk to each other... Blimey!! Still, there's always the Nintendo DS and the Kindle; I'd like to see Mum stop other Mum taking those with her, hehe! Perhaps there'll be a cyber-cafe in Alnwick. Do you think they'll rent out a PC to a blogging Greyhound though?

Well, I suppose I'd better go and try and find Mum... Can't see her but there are a lot of expletives coming from behind that ironing.......

Late Developer

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Finally...FINALLY... I've worked out what the sofa is for! Mum was beginning to despair, but good boy that I am, I've come through for her. Wonder where Mummies will sit now....? Hehe!

Freedom Friday

Today I got to run free off my lead for the first time in ages! Mum has been trying to find a safe fenced in area and now we have one. It's all thanks to my new friend Alan.

Mum got in touch with Alan through the Grey Walks West Yorks website and he arranged for us to to use some old fenced off tennis courts near his house. So thanks very much Alan!

I was a bit wary at first but I soon got into my stride......

..... and had a seriously good gallop! Mum says she'll take me there a couple of times a week, but it can't all be play. I think she said something about it'll be good for recall training, but I wasn't really listening. And that's the whole point Declan - Mum

Anyway, I'm one dead tired Greyhound now, so I think I'll just have a little sleep before dinner...... Have a fun weekend everyone.

Declan helps with the shopping

Would you like me to help unpack the shopping Mum? No really, it's absolutely no trouble at all....

As I said, no trouble.... Oooooh I say!  Sausages and cheese. Drool  Drool, Dribble Dribble.....

Mum.........? Errrrrr..... Where shall I put these empty packets?  Mum.......?  Oh dear......

Caught in the act of bikkie nicking!

The lid just fell off; honest....!

This is me with my doggie treats tin. Seconds before sneaky old Mum crept up and took the photo, the lid just came off all by itself.....Nothing to do with my particularly powerful and bendy nose.  I'm wondering if I might be psychic or something. Uri Geller can bend forks and I can remove tin lids with the sheer power of my mind.

Anyway, it's Mum's fault. If she's going to make me my favourite homemade dog treats and then leave the tin on the sofa, frankly she's just asking for trouble.It was only a small batch, so she can't mind that much. "Declan you little git" is a term of endearment, surely? If you'd like your humans to make you some of my treats, so that you too can get into trouble for stealing, just click on the link.

Aren't toys just brill?

This is me with a selection of my favourite toys. From the left we have Bone Pillow, Mr Fog Fog, Dong and Mr F B Hippo.

I'm very very fickle about who is my favourite. Up until recently it was Gilly Gorilla but I accidently ate his insides so he was sent to the dust bin. Then Fog Fog got all my love and attention until yesterday when Mum came home with FB Hippo! She'd only popped out for some picture hooks but came back with a new toy, chew sticks, my favourite donut treats and a large can of expanding foam - don't ask! No picture hooks though. Still that's not as bad as the time she went out for a loaf of bread and came back with a new car; that's my Mum for you..

Oh the Indignity of It.......

Well, summer is pretty much coming to an end now and where most normal people's thoughts turn to log fires and cosy evenings, my Mum's thoughts turned to baths... "It's our last chance Deccy" she said, reaching for the Tea Tree shampoo. Fortunately (for her, not me) I didn't know what this meant as I've not had a bath at home before, so I stood and watched ever hopeful that a large knuckle bone or at least a rawhide chew would appear. But no! There I was admiring my tomato plants when a whole watering can of warm water gets tipped over me. Then there's a load of smelly shampoo (nothing pleasant like fox poo) gets rubbed in and my unmentionables are scrubbed with a sponge... not that I have any unmentionables anymore, but that's not the point.

The final indignity was being dried with some new towels Mum had bought just for me. Except they were red, and she hadn't washed them first. So I'm not blue and white anymore, I'm blue and pink. The only saving grace is that she couldn't find the camera. It's bad enough with the cat laughing at me. I just hope it wears off soon or I shall only be going out under the cover of darkness.