About This Blog

This blog was originally started as a thread on the forum pages of an animal rescue site. Now it's here!

The articles you find in here are purely for entertainment (yours and mine) and (with one or two exceptions) are all tongue-in-cheek chronicles of the World (my bit, anyway) as I see it.
No disrespect is intended towards anyone unless I make a mistake and make it too obvious.

I hope you enjoy my offerings. Feedback and comments of any kind are welcome.

Tuesday, 26 January 2016

Happy Days

The business is going well!

And we're having fun!

OK ... so it's not all fun. There's poop to contend with on a daily basis but when you are fortunate enough to have beauties like this chap ...

 ... you really can't complain.

My only complaint about his job ....

... is that we only seem to get sensible dogs!

There hasn't been one single opportunity to video anything worth sending to one of home video clip shows!

Oh, I'd share the money with the owners ... I really would!

Blossom, our cat, has her nose seriously out of joint these days. When we have dogs staying, she retires to the safety of the upper level and spends her time sleeping or glowering through the stair rail at the interlopers. On occasions she will venture downstairs and confront a dog, but none have been brave enough to try that experience a second time.

Blossoms rare appearances certainly keep us on our toes!

Heavy rain over the past few weeks have turned out garden into a quagmire and it necessitates a mop being permanently stationed by the patio doors for rapid mud removal.

The carpet cleaner also has also taken up residence in the kitchen to remove all those unwanted carpet stains.

This will however soon be a thing of the past as work to lay natural stone paving over what used to be our lawn is due to commence next week ... if the weather allows.

That's it for now.

Sorry there were no laugh out loud moments ... I blame the dogs for being too sensible!

Monday, 18 January 2016

Cold, Bony Bedtimes!

I'm back!

A short while ago ... October 2015 to be exact ... I quit my job as a carer and I started a small business. I now take in doggy boarders and give them a nice comfy sofa to relax on whilst their owners are at work, on holidays or otherwise unwilling to leave their pups alone for any long periods of time.

Strut-A-Pup is now a thriving little business with a growing list of customers (and doggy guests).
This week I'm looking after Murphy

This is he ...

He's a very handsome chap and he gets away with murder due to his gentle and sweet nature!

We have never allowed any of our dogs, apart from our very nervous Clover, upstairs to sleep in the bedroom. However, Murphy suffers from separation anxiety, so we took his little doggy bed upstairs and allowed him to bed down at the side of our bed.

On the first night everyone headed to bed at 11 pm after the evening pee and poo walk and we all settled down for the night.

All was well ...

... until 11,15 pm!

Murphy jumped up onto the bed and stood over us in the dark.

A quick cry of "Bed" sent him back to his own bed.

He whined!

We ignored him.

He whined again.

"Murphy" I said, in an effort to calm him.

And there he was ... standing on the bed directly over my head.

With without so much as a bye-your-leave, he dropped, wriggled himself comfortable and started almost immediately to snore.

The 'Golden Rule' had been broken and we were too tired to do anything about it!

Within minutes though, the stretching started and the duvet began to disappear as my wife an I were slowly but surely pushed further from the centre of the bed!

Oh, we fought bravely ... struggled for every scrap of duvet ... but we didn't have the heart to make him go back to his own bed. It was, after all, the coldest night of the year so far!

And I found out just how cold it was when I awoke at 3 am frozen to the bone.

After struggling to regain some duvet  I swore he would never sleep on the bed again!

And I told him the very next night ... 

"Bed Murphy! In you bed ... no, Murphy! YOUR bed ,,, Murph ... Mur..."

Before he could settle, We rolled ourselves in as much duvet as was available and readied ourselves for bony, dog filled night!

Well, look at him!

You couldn't say no either!