Whilst on her routine trip to Northallerton this morning aunty biscuit called in for the first time to a recently opened café/pot painting establishment.   Sadly she didn’t have enough parking time to paint anything but did enjoy her cup of tea.  As she has previously done pottery painting on holiday in somewhere called Jersey and sometimes paints plant pots and plant sticks, I‘m keeping my paws crossed that either I will be the proud recipient of a personalised doggy bowl or be asked to model as a design for a mug.  These types of place can be good as they give people a taster of relaxing hobbies without having to lay out a lot of pennies that could be better used for buying dog treats or dog coats.  They also do things like casts or paint handprints of children which is good, I wonder if they do paw or nose casts of dogs?  I have absolutely no doubt that aunty biscuit will go and create something and wonder whether she will take mum al ...

Hi, Harrier is the name and leaping is the game.  Marty is having a day off so I’ve stepped in.  Following cousin Fluffys blog, we have checked out coyotes on woofapedia to see what one looks like and where it sits on the scentometer.  I can report back that there are no coyotes in our back garden, nor in any of the recycling boxes between here and the paddock.  The perimeter of the paddock has been secured and the trees scent marked (Needs a man dog for that, although I’m sure Marty will disagree).  I wanted to set up surveillance cameras, but aunty biscuit pointed out that it would be over the top as coyotes don’t live in the UK.  I accept this ruling but remain vigilant.  

I’m innocent! 

Yesterday the weather was somewhat inclement which meant we elected to take our morning walk around the village on a route which we hadn’t been on for a couple of days.  We caught up on a few new scents, saw a couple of doggie acquaintances and generally paddled about.  This morning the weather was a lot better, so we went to our more normal venue –the paddock. Here we noticed that there were loads and loads of dandelion clocks everywhere.  I’m sure these are what encourages mum to think pompoms.  I’m sure she would put a pompom on everything if she got chance.   The lilac tree is blooming, I was wondering whether the colour of the blossom may be one to consider as part of my forthcoming blankie, before being distracted by finding something interesting to roll in.  I was then told off and rubbed over with a pet wipe.....

So my name is Fluffy, although many also call me Fluff or Fluffball. Some of the high-plains cowboys, who don't concern themselves too much about being polite, just yell "dog" really loudly when they want me to do something (but in those situations I try to pretend that I am asleep, so didn't hear them). 

Whilst skyping cousin fluffy the other day about Frank, I happened to mention about my favourite dog treat of dried venison.  I wasn’t entirely sure what one is but it is very tasty.  Fluffy said it was a deer and they have loads of them on the ranch.  The discussion left me thinking about some other words bandied about that I needed to research as I’d never seen the animal involved.

Concerned by reports in the press that we are heading for a very cold winter I have put an order in with Aunty biscuit for a new blankie.  Left to me the specification would be for one made of softest alpaca and the size of a football pitch.  I suspect that the end result will fall short of this but one can but hope.

Protracted delicate negotiations have resulted in me having to settle for a good sized blankie made from acrylic double knitting wool consisting of crocheted hexagons.  It’s a good job I’m so reasonable and not a spoilt little dog . I have included a picture of last years meagre attempt.  I do however have a cunning plan…… !