Friday, 24 February 2012
Spring fever
Wednesday, 15 February 2012
Eye, eye
The Godmother aka Sarah Fisher
Wednesday, 8 February 2012
Put on your red shoes!
Today Archie put on his red shoes, although there wasn't much dancing - or ball chasing come to that. There is still a lot of snow lying around and it has frozen solid, creating a surface that is really abrasive on our pads. It's like running on sandpaper - and where the top crust is broken, even worse, more like running on razor blades. Archie suffers more than Angel, so had his red rubber booties on this morning: it's still uncomfortable walking on the frozen snow, but at least it doesn't slice his feet open. Even Angel got a bit sore this morning though. Hopefully it will thaw any minute now and will all be gone by tomorrow so that normal running activities can recommence, otherwise Angel will be wearing red booties too. Although at least they will match her jumper.
Sunday, 5 February 2012
A winter wonderland!
The Madwoman doesn't realise that in this weather you burn more calories and therefore need more food.
Saturday, 4 February 2012
Lean times
We were carted off to the vet on Monday for our annual check up and to get some wormers. We were not thrilled, although at least there were no pointy needles involved. Angel got some tasty chewable wormers, but Archie doesn't like his at all: he has mastered the art of sucking off the cheese or sausage they are hidden in and spitting out the tablet. Of course although they don't taste good, this does have the advantage that the tablet has to be inserted into yet another tasty treat intended to disguise it, and so on, until the tablet eventually disappears ... It's a good game although not one that the Madwoman appears to enjoy. The extra calories are gratefully received though, as the bad news from the vet was that we are both a trifle overweight. Consequently we are now on diets and being encouraged to participate in all sorts of calorie burning games. Please send emergency food parcels as soon as possible - in a discreet brown wrapper of course, so the Madwoman doesn't guess ...