Spot the difference...

Many of you will know that Mum has had a bit of an issue with the seatbelts in my car of late....ahem. Well she's been putting off getting them fixed for ages because they cost a fortune no one ever sits in the rear seats anyway. Unfortunately the car had to have its annual MOT safety test last week, so Mum raided my savings found her credit card and headed for the garage to get them fixed.

Before

After

Before

After

Now I know what you're all thinking.... How is Mum going to stop old Mr Needle Nose poking his head through and eating them all over again? 

Muzzle him! I hear you all cry. Oh but don't you think that muzzles are a little passé for a handsome man about town like me?

Taa Daaa! Simply pop to your local cook shop and purchase 2 wire cooling racks. Attach to your dog guard with cable ties. 

So now everyone is happy..... well not happy exactly; Mums wallet is considerably lighter and what am I supposed to nibble on? But at least I can go out in my car without the risk of getting myself into big trouble.... I wonder what car carpet tastes like.......? 

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..

Declan Petrol Head

Hello! I've just got back from a bit of a road trip with my Mum. You know, visiting a few friends and relatives; and meeting yet more people who adored me!

Anyway, it was nice to meet some new friends, but the best thing about my trip was being in the car. I LOVE cars! 

Mum says she thinks it must be a Greyhound thing, as Flynn was just the same. She even bought him a new car when she had him, but what with the economic climate and everything, she says I'll have to make do with Flynn's old one. I don't really mind. It's a nice big roomy estate with a comfy duvet and a dog guard to keep me safe.

I like to see myself as the Jeremy Clarkson of the dog world. Actually I've heard said more than once that Mum might be his long lost sister. If I had a gravy bone for every time I'd heard Mum say "For God's sake, how difficult can it be....." or "bored bored bored", well, I'd have a lot of gravy bones! 

If my humans do win the lottery I'm hoping I might be treated to a new set of wheels. Something sleek, sexy and sporty - a bit like me. Mum says that, unfortunately, as far as she knows, Aston Martin don't make an estate car, otherwise she'd get me one....obviously.... And on that bombshell..... goodnight!!