After our walk ...

We do lots of pees and usually have a poo too when we go out for our morning walk.

But the first thing we do when we get home is to

ask the Madwoman to let us out in the garden

so we can have another wee.

It drives her nuts.

Although we can't quite believe she actually

dashed out after us to take pictures ...

A Day in the Life of ...

People are sometimes rude enough to ask what we do all day.

We usually tell them to go look at the lilies. 

Like them we toil not, nor do we spin - well, you just try it with paws. Or petals.

But we do manage to be busy.

Here's what we did on just one action-packed day last week.

Awoken at some ungodly hour by The Madwoman
She has no concept of a lazy morning ...

Off to Chiltern Open Air Museum.
A shipwreck on the village pond.
No sign of any icebergs although it was jolly cold.

A dummy (complete with a willy) was our next clue
that something was going on.
Apparently a grownup version of Horrible Histories
was being filmed.
Or possibly a second series of  Inside Number 9.
We think it's about time they remade The Wippitt of the Baskervilles.
Or maybe the Three Wippiteers.

Ah, the catering van.
Although as usual nobody offered us any sossidges even though we could
smell them cooking.

Film crew spotted.
Like the Madwoman, they don't appear to be very competent with a camera
and kept pointing it in the wrong direction.
HERE! THIS WAY! WE'RE OVER HERE!

Watched some actors.
They appeared to have lost the use of their legs when they weren't
actually doing any actoring and had to be driven around everywhere
in cars.  We remember meeting the Horrible History cast back when they were
filming their first series. They were able to walk in those days and were called actors
instead of arteests. Poor darlinks, we did feel sorry for them.

Onwards!
Apparently this was a re-enactment of the Brrrr War.
And it was very brrrr too, so we didn't hang around for long.
Could have done with a lift in one of the arteest's cars,
but no offers were forthcoming.

Went home.
Had a committee meeting about what to do next.

A vote was unanimously carried in favour of catching up on a few zeds ...

More? You want to know more?
Talk to the paw, I'm busy ...

In which Two wise wippitts and a Madwoman follow a star

A walk with a seasonal feel at Chiltern Open Air Museum yesterday.

They were having a Nativity themed afternoon. 

So we suppose that means we went a bit native.

We arrived early to avoid the crowds and found this star.

So we followed it, as you do.

The Madwoman started humming "We three Kings of Orient are," although

we pointed out that actually we were two wippitts and a Madwoman.

Unfortunately this observation failed to shut her up and instead she just changed the words from Three Kings to Two Wippitts instead.

Our first stop was Jerusalem.

Really.

Us wippitts get around you know.

It may look like the village green to you, but the sign was unmistakeable.

As there is a place called Egypt just a few miles away from here, our credulity wasn't stretched too much.

Then we went on to Bethlehem.

The Madwoman said that she visited 

Bethlehem in Wales once and it was just as cold and wet.

Definitely sleeps two wippitts

We checked out the accommodation at the stable: plenty of straw and a cosy looking crib.

But no five star Michelin catering and so we went home. 

Because for wippitts, that's what Christmas is all about: roast turkey.

 

Evicted from the stable.
We would have invited them home
with us, but there was no spare room on the beanbag ...

Christmas cheer

We've had another couple of busy days.

We'd no sooner recovered from the trauma of the triennial bathday

when The Madwoman whisked us off to have our annual back

maintenance with McTimoney practitioner Caroline Hicks.

Unlike the bath experience, it was quite pleasant.

And then when we arrived at Chiltern Open Air Museum

we found it all looking rather festive.

We admired our first Christmas tree this year.

We declined the Madwoman's request to have a quick snog under the mistletoe.

We do have our reputations to think of. 

Then we said hallo to Mimi Harker, seen here giving Museum director Sue the

hard sell. 

We liked Mimi, who as a wippitt-lover has impeccable taste in dogs ...

she sells Mimi's-Marvellous-Mixers if you want to check out her FB page.

We dragged The Madwoman away before her drooling created too
big a puddle on the floor and suggested a visit with Santa.
We're only small so reckoned there would
be plenty of room for both of us to sit on his knee.He wasn't there though ...

  It turned out that we'd started queuing too early.

We passed him being delivered by Shire horse

as we were on the way out.

Yes, that IS a horse. Those antlers didn't fool us for one minute.

Everyone knows that reindeers have red noses too.

  

Then we helped the Madwoman pick out a winning number from the tombola.

We hoped it might be a roast turkey

or at the very least a box of gravy bones,

but no, it was a bottle of champagne.

The Madwoman was beside herself with glee.

Pffft.

A wet weekend

 It has been a wet weekend, and we're not talking about the weather.

Although that has been a bit wet too.

No, what we are referring to is ... 

well, take a look at these two pictures.

Can you tell the difference between them?

No?

We'll give you a clue.

Look at the captions ...

BEFORE

AFTER

Apart from being indoors in one and outside in the other, can you see any difference?

No?

See, it's just as we said.

We told the Madwoman that nobody would notice any difference,

but she ignored us and still went ahead.

Even though we told her that we didn't need a bath.

Now you see it ...

Bunny? What bunny?

Oh, that bunny.

Of course we'd spotted it.

We were just waiting to see if you had too.

Stars of Wonder

 Have we missed the auditions?

Have the roles of the whippets of the Holy Family been filled yet?

What about the whippets belonging to the Three Kings then?

The shepherds whippets?

OK, well what about the angel Gabriel's whippets?

Escaping into the realms of fantasy

Our adventures at the Chiltern Open Air Museum this week:

Lamp Post.
Can mean only one thing:
We're obviously in Narnia now ...
so where's the Turkish Delight?

No sign of any fauns clutching Christmas presents.
Unless you count Nessie.

Didn't spot any beavers either.
Although we did find this molehill.
Archie weed on it.
But it's OK because we don't think it was a Talking Mole.

Eeeeeeek!

No sooner had we recovered from all the excitement of having birthdays

than Halloween was upon us.

We went for our usual Halloween Ghost walk at Chiltern Open Air Museum. 

Fun.

Except for the teddy bear massacre. 

We found that deeply disturbing and no matter how much

the Madwoman coaxed, cajoled and reassured us,

refused to go anywhere near it.

We found the pumpkin that the Madwoman carved ...

and some hard hats pulling faces and making rude hand signals ...

Yeah, definitely a Nazgul. We can tick that off in our
Eye-Spy book of British Wildlife now

And the infamous teddy bear massacre ...

And this is the pumpkin the Madwoman carved for our own front door at home ...

and the stone wippitts all lit up with their lanterns

Partaaaay! - again!

This week it was Archie's turn for a birthday - 11years old, but still not too old for a bit of a party.

The Madwoman was feeling a bit under the weather, but she managed to totter out for a stroll with us around Chiltern Open Air Museum, and then there was turkey, and of course, presents! This made Angel very happy too, as she has been waiting to get hers

since her birthday last week.

Getting to grips with opening my birthday card.

Partaaaaaay!

It was Angel's birthday at the weekend - 9 years old on Saturday!

There were walks 

Looking at the tiny people at the Open Air Museum
One accidental gulp ...

and games

and cuddles

a toybox changeover

Yeah, but where's my NEW present?

and even turkey ...

Looking gorgeous. And waiting for the next round of celebrations.
I'm told there will be blueberry muffins too ...

 Next weekend it is Archie's 11th birthday., which is when we both get the presents that

the Madwoman has been hiding in the cupboard.

She thinks we don't know about them, but we do. Oh yes we do ...

Beware the jabberwock!

No mimsy borogoves here.

Or slithy toves.

Just us and a load of noisy birds.

Frustrations

So there we were, enjoying a weekend stroll round 

Chiltern Open Air Museum when the Madwoman makes us stop and

wait for ages while she takes 'atmospheric shots' of the steam rising in

drifting curls from the fence.

All she managed to capture was a lot of glare, the back of our heads

and Archie's left ear lit up by the sun like a nightlight.

And to cap it all,

we weren't allowed to chase this.

Pffft.

The Power of Pee

No, really.

Pee is an amazing concentrated fertiliser.

This boulder was a mere pebble until

we started watering it.

For our next project we're thinking of growing our own

Stonehenge or Avebury in the back garden.