Spoiled Again!

As many of you will know, I spent all of last week at Ganny's. And as ever she spoiled me rotten.

Ganny had cooked liver and carrots for me when we arrived. Regular viewers will note that I have my bowl stand with me this time......well done Mum. 

I keep forgetting to show you the calendar I made Ganny for Christmas. First Flynn, and now I make her one every year. 

May definitely has the best photograph! Both Ganny & I have our birthdays in May. 

Ganny and Mum were having dinner one evening (whilst I lay patiently on the floor chanting "drop the steak, drop the steak" under my breath) when Mum noticed the security lights had come on outside. She looked out and there were TWO CATS staring in at us through the window! 

The first one ran off before Mum could get the camera out but this fella was a really cool customer. Bl**dy cheek! Mum thought I might attempt to throw myself through the window but I was actually very good. I don't really bother unless the little critters make a run for it!  Anyway, there was the steak to think about.....

The weather was a bit on the inclement side, so Ganny didn't feel like going out much

That's okay Ganny. I'm more than happy to just take it easy.........

Back home the weather is seriously inclement.......and very windy! This was taken yesterday (do you think she gets some sort of sadistic pleasure from making me look stupid...?) but today the snow is much worse. Mum had to shovel 18" away from the door so I could get out for my wees!  

So you know what I'm going to do today, don't you? 

You got it! I'm just going to kick back and relax..... Have a good weekend all. 

Nearly Wordless Wednesday 30/1

"I could report you for this you know......"

Black & White Sunday

Chili Dog!

Getting up to Snow

 We get up at the ungodly hour of 6.00am. Well, sort of. The alarm goes off at 6.00am, but I usually think 5.10 is a better time to rouse my household. That is, of course, unless I've been whining and barking all night, in which case I will have fallen soundly asleep and won't get out of my bed until 7.00am. If I do decide to play alarm clocks, the following ritual occurs:

Other Mum stumbles out of bed, falls across the room and eventually steadies herself at the top of the stairs. She peers at me in a bleary eyed way as I stand looking at her through the baby gate.

 "In your bed Declan. Good boy" she says.

 I do as I am told..... until she stumbles back to the bedroom.

 I chuck my Kong around a bit and then do a bit more whining.

 Other Mum appears at the top of the stairs...." In your bed.....". This happens about 4 times.

 Then Mum appears. "For God's sake Declan, will you shut up! Get in your s*d*i*g basket and if I hear another sound I will tie knots in your bl**dy tail!

 Mum has the patience of a saint....hmmmm. Clearly she means business, so I get in my bed. By now it is 6.00am and time to get up. Hurrah!!

I promise I won't move a muscle..... until you're out of sight.....

Other Mum takes a shower and Mum comes downstairs to check me out, sort out lunch for Other Mum and make a cup of tea. She would like everyone to think how good she is getting up so early to make lunch etc. when she could have an extra couple of hours in bed. However, she has told me in strictest confidence that Other Mum "makes so much bl**dy noise with her showering, dressing and hair drying, I get more peace in the kitchen" It's ok, I've promised I won't tell anyone she said that.....

This morning Mum came downstairs and realised we'd had our first real snowfall. Nothing serious, but a bit of a shock as there has been no mention in the weather forecast! Her sandwich making routine was therefore interrupted by the need to shovel snow from our stupidly steep drive, so Other Mum could get the car out and go to work. I'll leave it to you to imagine how happy she was.... Anyway, after some initial slipping and sliding Other Mum got on her way.

Mum decided that as she was all dressed up for the snow we might as well go on our morning walk. She decided to take photos of my paw prints in the snow....

And she wonders why people give her funny looks...... 

She made sure I was wrapped up nice and warm for our walk.

Are you on a mission to make me look stupid this week, Mum?

Anyway, now we are back home, if she thinks that I am moving until I need a wee (which when I feel like it, I can hold for about 9 hours) she's got another thing coming!