Things to do when its snowing

No.1

TAKE SELFIES

No.2

ADD SELFIE STICK TO LIST TO SANTA

Languishing

Angel has been poorly again, doing spectacularly gloopy and bloody poops, and scaring the Madwoman half to death. She has raided the local shops for sweet potato and chicken to make special convalescent dishes ... and of course we both have to partake as it would be mean for one of us to not get the yummy fresh cooked chicken ...

It is very welcome after the supply of turkey running out ...

 in the meantime we are thinking about putting "a year's supply of turkey" on our next Christmas list to Santa, to ensure that the Madwoman has no excuse for not making it a regular feature of our daily menu ... 

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.

Being good AND busy ...

We have once again been busy ...

Let's see, there's been:

 

 helping with The Madwoman's Advent calendar on Facebook

to help raise funds for Scruples Whippet Rescue;

 

 

inspecting progress on the Dog friendly garden at Tilley Farm near Bath;

 

helping to put up Christmas decorations;

 

visiting our dog-godmother Sarah Fisher - she refused to pose for a photo as she'd left her make up bag at home so here's a picture of The Madwoman's horse Flash instead, who always looks good wearing a veneer of mud ...

 

So Santa, yes, we have been very very good!

 

 

 

 

Getting festive

Off to the Chiltern Open Air Museum this morning

for their annual traditional Chilterns Christmas.

We were a bit uncertain about this lot at first ...

 

But then they introduced themselves and we found they weren't really scary.

In case you're wondering like we were, they are mummers.

They did little plays.

Lots of fighting and declaiming

- and quite a lot of prompting when they forgot their words too.

 

A bit further along we came across this worrying sight.

Santa's sledge.

We straightaway noticed that the reindeer were missing.

And our presents.

 And if you look very carefully you can see a cow lurking in that

barn. It's new. There's a competition to name it and the other

one which is being even more shy.

We suggested Rex and Rover.

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!

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.

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 ...