Here comes the ...

... sun ...

Or perhaps not.

Where's it gone?
It was here a moment ago.

Yes, it is all the fault of our Madwoman.

After a week of dry weather and blissful sunbathing, she decreed that

it was time for us to shed our Spring collars and don our Summer ones.

And the sun promptly disappeared.

We've even heard that there has been flooding on the farm where

the Madwoman's ginger pony lives.

But you know who to blame.

Pffffft



Prioritising

Sometimes you just have to prioritise.

After two days of chilly rainy stuff,

the weather was perfect for sunbathing this weekend,

so instead of blogging we made the most of it, while the Madwoman

toiled round the garden and allotment with the lawnmower.

After all that mowing, we did our bit for the garden,

helping to make it smell a bit better.

 

Can't beat the smell of a freshly sunbaked wippitt ...

Have you missed us?

Well we are back now, so you can stop pining.

Doing convalescing in my sick bed.
Although the bed wasn't really sick at all, so we don't know why
the Madwoman kept calling it that..
It's quite healthy.
And comfy.

Archie has spent some time convalescing and taking things easy:

according to the Madwoman, as well as doing some therapeutic

sunbathing, that also meant taking a short holiday from blogging.

Archie now seems fully recovered and today was our first Saturday

walk back at Chiltern Open Air Museum.

 Our powers of observation are as keen as ever, and out in the woods

by the bodgers camp we found a bald snuffle mat. Sadly, as well as lacking

all its strips of fleece it was also sadly lacking in treats.

Then we said hello to the goats. It has given us an idea for a film project for

Kevin Costner called Walks with Goats. Or maybe something a bit spooky

called In the Company of Goats ... hmmm .... we haven't tried scriptwriting yet.

But we think that we could be really good at it.  

A Wonky Holiday

We will be taking the rest of the week off from blogging, as Archie had A Bit of a Turn on Saturday. We had just arrived at Chiltern Open Air Museum when

he was stricken by Vestibular Syndrome.

He seems to be on the mend but we are taking things easy this week.

Thank you to all those who have sent get well wishes, and BIGGEST thank you off all to Team Straid - our lovely vet practice who leaped to the rescue! 

 Convalescing.

Therapeutic sunbathing with Angel

Now you see it ...

The Madwoman is constantly

hiding our toys while we are out on walks.

We then have to spend a lot of time hunting through tufty patches of grass

if we want to be reunited with them.

We're pretty good at the search-and-rescue on the whole ...

Found my ball!

 

Found Bunny!

But we thought it was time to teach the Madwoman just how annoying

this habit of hiding our stuff is.

So today, instead of waiting for her to hide our toys, we hid them ourselves instead.

 

Yeah, Bunny and Mr. Squeaky Ball are in there somewhere.

Find them? Us? Well, we're a bit busy right now.

We suggest you get your nose down and start sniffing ...

Delicious

Why on earth would anyone want to find a chocolate on their pillow,

instead of one of these?

Another one of life's great mysteries.

Pants!

We braved the rain and the cold yesterday to go for a walk at the

Chiltern Open Air Museum, where the Madwoman had promised that we would

 see the women's immense pants inflation.

Pffft.

No sign of any pants, large or small, let alone

any being inflated.

Just a load of campaigners for Votes for Women.

We're thinking of running a campaign of our own.

'Immense gravy bones for whippets' has a good ring to it.

We reckon that will get a much bigger turnout than blowing up a load of knickers. 

Safety precautions

Always look left ...



...and then look right ...

... and only then, if you cannot see any trolls at all

is it safe to cross Troll Bridge ...

Vrooooooooooom!

More gravity defying

running-at-right-angles as

Angel practises her whistle recall.

At least the Madwoman managed to hold the liver bread treats the right way round...

 

Footloose ...

New boots.

First person to laugh will join the Easter Bunny and Hissing Sid

in the dungeon of Whippet Towers ...