Monday, 31 December 2012

And the fun goes on ...

And this is what we got on Boxing Day!

A honking duck!

Just what I wanted!



What is it?

I have no idea ... it blends in with the fleece on the sofa ... but unlike the sofa, it squeaks ...
Ah, that's better ... it's a skunk!

Wednesday, 26 December 2012

Santa came!

We had a good Christmas, thank you for asking!
There were presents and turkey and games ... and a good haul of treats from our dog-godmother Sarah, which the Madwoman has doled out far too miserly if you ask us.
Archie did get a bit carried away with the festive spirit and leapt on the dining table after the Madwoman had just laid it, overcome by a combination of hunger, excitement and hope that there might be some turkey up there already.
Unfortunately, when the Madwoman shrieked at him and he leapt off it, he knocked over a wine glass and broke it ... he then stole Angel's present (a squeaky rat) and later on ran round the house with one of the Madwoman's furry slippers. Well, they do look like furry toys. Good thing Santa had already been ...

Opening presents!

Angel finds a squeaky rat in hers


The rat thief strikes!
Angel ignores him and plays a rousing chorus of Christmas carols instead on the squeaky doughnut she got from her Auntie Julie. And yes, she knows lots and lots of carols, and insists on giving an encore every time!

Monday, 24 December 2012

Christmas Eve

Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Not even a wippitt ...

Saturday, 22 December 2012

The dog's pajamas

You've heard of the saying 'the dog's pajamas'?
Well here they are.
Warm and cosy.
Although if I'd been allowed to choose, I'd have gone for something a bit more butch rather than baby blue and covered with dancing snowmen.
First one to laugh will get crossed off Santa's list.

Thursday, 20 December 2012

Walking in the rain

This is us on our walk this morning.
It was very wet.
The Madwoman seemed to be under the impression that we'd be thrilled and grateful to go out for a run. Normally we are. We really look forward to it. We get very fractious on those occasions when we can't go out running like the wind and grrraaarrrring at any voles foolish enough to poke their little whiskery snouts out of their burrows. But weather makes all the difference ... and this morning was one. The rain was coming down sideways and still we were made to don coats and go out.
Do we look like we're enjoying ourselves?

Monday, 17 December 2012

Pot luck

One of our favourite indoor activities: a rubber Kong pot stuffed with treats. Hours of fun ...

Saturday, 15 December 2012

The Yellow Dog Project

This is us, out for a walk.
You'll notice there's a yellow ribbon tied to each of our leads.
This means that if you see us coming, please give us space - in our case it's because we're scared of other dogs, and don't appreciate strange mutts, no matter how friendly, running up and giving us kisses.
If you're a person, we quite like the kisses and being stroked - provided you've introduced yourself properly and politely first - and especially if you also have some roast turkey about your person that you'd like to give us.
But this doesn't apply to all dogs - some are scared of people too.
So look out for yellow ribbons - you can find out more about them and what they mean at the Yellow Dog Project HERE

Wednesday, 12 December 2012

Surprise package

We shivered our way round the Chiltern Open Air Museum yesterday. After stopping for a while to watch the Iron Age house being given a new hat by these genuine Iron Age volunteers, we moved briskly on before our paws got frozen to the spot. You can see just how cold it was by all the frost on the ground.

And then we spotted this by Leagrave Cottage. Someone had been gift wrapping a gate. We wondered who the lucky recipient was going to be. We hoped very much it wasn't going to be us - we were rather hoping for turkey, sausages and squeaky toys (are you paying attention Santa?) And we hope we haven't spoiled the surprise for anyone ... 

Saturday, 8 December 2012

Something fishy

Yes, something fishy is going on.
We may not be the most widely read of wippitts but we know our turkey from our tuna.
So when the Madwoman got some turkey out of the freezer for us, we were a bit baffled when we read the wrapper.
What next?
Cake from the butcher?

Wednesday, 5 December 2012


When we woke up this morning the world had turned white ...

Right, that's enough of the frolicking in the snow.
Let us in.

We're a bit late posting again, due to the Madwoman hogging the computer again this week. But just in case you were wondering what we got up to last weekend, we went to the Chiltern Open Air Museum again, this time for their Traditional Chiltern Christmas. Victorians were warbling carols in the church, folk were strolling around sipping Wassail and Hippocras and we found sausage rolls for sale - except that the Madwoman wouldn't buy us one. Typical. We listened to someone playing a harp, and on the right, to Sian who works there, demonstrating a crumhorn. Bet you always wondered what a crumhorn was, didn't you? Well now you know.