Laters ....

Too busy to blog this weekend ... we've been getting ready for another birthday - yes, today Archie is twelve. Off to get celebrating. Starting with a birthday lie-in ... pictures next week. If the Madwoman remembers to take her thumb off from over the lens.

Archie has a birthday!

It was Archie's birthday yesterday - 10 years old!

After brekky with a few blueberries as an extra treat the celebrations started in earnest!

A bit wet out so we got dressed up in our coats to go out.

The birthday walk.

As it was Archie's birthday he was allowed to decide which way to go.

Made a nice change from the Madwoman's usual high-handed

"I'm in charge so we're going this way" attitude.

 

Birthday blueberry muffin!

The Madwoman actually got up early enough to

make a batch!

Nom nom nom ...

Hasn't anyone ever told you it's rude to stare while

we're eating?

Opening my present!

 

There IS something in here, isn't there?

 

Got it!

A squeaky new squeaky tennis ball!

Just what I wanted!

 

Test driving the new ball.

Got to make sure it works properly ...

 

Birthday dinner.

With turkey of course.

 

Party games!

The Madwoman got out the Spinny game, filling the holes

with bits of turkey.

 

About to take a nap.

While keeping a close eye on my new ball.

Don't want the Madwoman pinching it and

wrapping it up again for Christmas instead of buying something new.

You may laugh, but it happened once before ...

 

Garden pests

Look what we found in the garden!

Archie did his special 'Get the hedgehog' roar and we both scratched and sniffed furiously at the

scaffold plank leaning against the back fence which it was hiding under.

The Madwoman dragged us away and told us it was very welcome,

and good for the garden.

So are we.

We're always watering plants and things to help out.

And we're very decorative too, of course - and all the year round, unlike flowers.

 

Getting into the Wimbledon spirit

Nooooo!
All the squeak has gone out of my squeaky tennis ball!

New balls please!

Lean times

Starving, we are, starving. What's in this bag then? Anything to eat?



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 ...

Spot check

Us wippitts need to keep a close eye on the Madwoman. Left to her own devices she would no doubt sink into complete and utter slovenliness. Luckily we keep her up to scratch. Here Archie is carrying out a spot check and discovering that there are crumbs and bits of food lurking under the fridge.