Tuesday, 30 April 2013

Gourmet night

Every now and then the Madwoman buys us some special gourmet food. It's made by Lily's Kitchen and is rather yummy. This week we're having the Wild Campfire Stew which has venison, pheasant and salmon in it.
Plus organic potatoes and butternut squash, green beans, apples and herbs such as rosehips, golden rod, marigold, celery seed and Angel's favourite, cleavers. She always searches out cleavers to munch on out on walks ...

This is Archie getting a bit impatient because the Madwoman is faffing around with the camera instead of getting on with dishing up dinner.

At last! Dinner is served!
Although the Madwoman hasn't yet quite grasped the concept of fine dining.
Where are the porcelain plates and the candelabra to lend a bit more ambience?

Wednesday, 24 April 2013

Tie a yellow ribbon ...

The Madwoman appears to be getting ready for May Day.
When we went to Tilley Farm recently our DogGodmother Sarah Fisher presented us with a length of special Yellow Dog Project ribbon to add to the frayed strands
already attached to our leads.
We feel that maybe the Madwoman has gone a little overboard with it ... we now have more bits of yellow ribbon attached than a May Pole. Maybe we should try and get into the spirit of the thing and try skipping and dancing around her legs next time we go out ...

If you want to find out what all the yellow ribbons are really for, visit:

Sunday, 21 April 2013

Wippitt o'clock

We were going to tell you all about Sharpe's Rifles at the Chiltern Open Air Museum this weekend, but although the Madwoman actually remembered to take the camera along, when she tried to use it, the batteries were flat ... 
the incompetence we have to put up with defies belief.
Shame, because the weather has been sunny and perfect for picture-taking.
And also for sunbathing.
The Madwoman says she can tell what time of day it is
by checking on where we have positioned ourselves in order to
best soak up the rays ...

Here is Archie, having taken over the typing chair at the desk, while
Angel stretches out on the top of the crates next to it.
Later on we'll move round, following the sun until
we end up by the French windows at the back.

She's managed to cut off the tip of Angel's nose!
Honestly, as we said, the Madwoman's total ineptitude with a camera
really does know no bounds!

Thursday, 11 April 2013

Frog parents

The Madwoman has become a Frogmother again!
The frogs have started to spawn in the front garden pond.
She's quite pleased about this as lots of spawn was laid in the mini pond
 on the allotment and then it snowed and froze and turned into crunchy stuff ...
Of course they all vanished when she got the camera out, except for this one ...
Our job is to keep an eye out for cats:
we just spotted one fishing around in the pond with a paw.
The Madwoman gets really cross as they catch the frogs and then leave them in dismembered pieces, sometimes still alive.
So we tell the Madwoman when there's one out there,
and if our barking doesn't scare it off,
then the Madwoman and her super-powerful water pistol does.
Never mess with the Madwoman's frogs ...

Monday, 8 April 2013

We go visiting ...

We went to visit The Madwoman's horse yesterday. We also caught up with our DogGodmother, Sarah Fisher. The Madwoman insisted on pinning her in a corner where she couldn't escape until she'd had her picture taken with us.
Okay, we're bored now. Can we go?
So if Sarah is our Dog-Godmother, does that mean that Tony Head is The Godfather?

Thursday, 4 April 2013


We came across a murder today. Yes, we know we have feathers in our mouths, but it wasn't us, they got there while we were investigating the crime scene.
After close examination of the crime scene, and taking into account all the evidence, we can now reveal the full story ... The victim was Mrs Pigeon, in the paddock, with teeth, by Mr Fox!

Tuesday, 2 April 2013


 Out walking on a lovely sunny Spring day ...
And this afternoon we plan on doing a little sunbathing in the first proper sun to come through the French windows since last year ...