WHAT'S IN A NAME ?

Petey tagged me for the name game. All about me.

What is your name? I've got a few. First one was given to me by the Foster Furs.



Called me Spot.Where they expecting Dalamations? I was also christened at the Kennel Club with my Pee Degree name. Hair Trix! Ha ha!! All five of fur sibbys are Hair something or other. But I'll tell you bout that another bloggie. That's handsome me, second on the right. And this is me as Spot chasing Fur Mom Diva. Before I had to leave her.



Got me a third name when the 2 leggededs took me home. It was a long drive. Took fur ever too. Over 6 hours. They yipped and yapped back and forth bout what to call me all the way. I could hear them. Between chucking. Snoozing. Peeing. Cuddle Breaks. "Want a traditional old name. For an old fashioned sort of dog. Don't want a name any other dog has. "Walter? Cyril? Reg? Mom rooted for that one.Cecil? Edwin? Claude? Wilfred? Clive? Yes. Clive.They still like that one. 200 miles further on Daddi Square said "Got it! Eric!" "Never heard of a dog called Eric!" For some reason this made them snort with laughter. Guess I'm dog-a-blogging grateful considering the alternatives.



My first day as Eric. Do I look an Eric to you? It sort of niggles. Everyone giggles when they hears my name. What's so funny?



Here's me, now Eric, with one of the stuffie Wheelies. See how he's spying on me? Watching my every pretty puppy move? Yes Wheelies. I was on to you from the tender age of ten weeks.

Eric Dastardly giving that silly straw stuffie a good going over. Look how I'm laughing Darstardly as he bonks his old noddle and nose on the floor. Tee,he,he!!

Other names? Well Daddy Square sometimes calls me Eric Slow Hound. Bit of a joke on the other famous Eric. Eric Clapton. That old rocker. His nickname is Eric Slow Hand. Get it? And Square Dog. Suprisingly often I'm called Good Boy too. My newest name I gave myself after reading my Dog Book from Simba. Eric Dastardly.

If you could change your name, what would it be? Change my name? Too right I would. Who wants some old 2leggededs name when you're a four footed dog? Not me. I would have a proper dogs name. Like Butch. Champ. Rover. Or Bonzo. Bonzo!!! That's the one, properly pawfect. Tell me,if 2 leggededs can change their name by Deed Poll, can I change mine by Dog Poll?

What's your pet's name? Pets? I don't have ANY pets. Oh-oh. Mom says I do. What!! No!! Surely not!! Don't mean the silly wheelie stuffies? Not proper pets. Don't let me pet them. Never pawlite to me. I'll only going to tell you their names as I know what the next question is. And I so want to answer it. Here goes. The Wheelies who live here are called Bertie, Jeeves, Wooster, Enid Wheelie on Wheels and that waste of space, Wally Wednesday.Who is NEVER going to blog on a Wednesday. Or any other day of the week. EVER. NEVER.

If you could change your pet's name, what would it be? This is good!!! I'm liking this question. A lot. Course I would re-name them. Bertie - Scram, Jeeves - Clear Off , Wooster - Shove Off. Wally - Good Riddance. Enid Wheely on Wheels - Push Off . Ha,ha,ha,hha,haa!!!

What's your brother or sister's name? Brother Otis. His Pee Degree name is written in Russian. Strange huh? He's a Blue Kittie. Of the Russian sort. A Russian Blue. Can I ask you? Does he look Blue too you? Mmmm. Thought so. He looks sort of grey to me too. Only 6 months older than me and thinks he's a dog. Cos that's what I tell him. Doesn't go outside so doesn't know any different. Never going to know as no one will tell him...errr...unless you do.

Otis started as he meant to go on. Top Cat. Always getting one over on me.

Or is it getting me over?

If you could change their name, what would it be? Easy. Buddy. My brother and my best buddy.

Please consider yourself tagged if you want to play.

I'm a proud doggie indeed to bark at you bout my award. Not once!! But twice!! Twice as nice. From my good buddy Petey and from the cutest little hammie you ever did see, GirlGirl. Thank you very, very, much. I'm wigging my wagg. I'm soooooo happy.

Here are the rules:

1.) You have to pick 5 blogs that you consider deserve this award for their creativity, design, interesting material, and also contribute to the blogger community, regardless of language.
2.) Each award has to have the name of the author and also a link to his or her blog to be visited by everyone.
3.) Each award-winner has to show the award and put the name and link to the blog that has given her or him the award itself.
4.) Award-winners and the one who has given the prize have to show the link of the "Arte-y-Pico" blog, so everyone will know the origin of this award.
5.) To show these rules.

I pass this award onto these worthy dogs with blogs :- Dewey, Jackson, Scruffy, Barkalot Boyz, Molly and Taffy.

ERIC ON WHEELIE WEDNESDAY

It's me. On Wheelie Wednesday. Meant to be the blog day for silly wheelie stuffies. Don't care. My blog. I'm blogging. Listen bloggies. I've shocking news 'bout some of the wheelies over here.

Need to woof it quietly. Lots of 'em might be wheeling and whizzing past. The ones in the UK are showing up all over. Wheeling themselves into places they have no right to be. Getting ideas above their station. Yes wheelie!!! Ever since I discovered Wally Wednesday plotting against me. Planning to write on my blog I've been super-spicious of them.

Really, it's not me being doganoid. I have EVIDENCE. The 2 leggededs went to one of their favourite shops the other day for a treat or two. Liberty's, a department store in London's famous Regent Street. Link here if you want to go there too.




Here it is. Xpensive. Exclusive. Doesn't sell any old tat. Or even a cat. Had to leave me at home. So Square Daddi was generally mooching through the men's departments of Liberty's when what did he see? Doggies and Hammies. Brace yourselves for this sight.



Brazen!!! A wheelie salesman!!!






Standing by the cash desk. Wearing a Liberty silk tie. Not even a nice one. Frankly. One in paw taste. Daddi Square was so suprised he almost fell over him. Thought he was a wheelie for display till the wheelie approached him asking "Are you looking for anything in pawticular or just browsing Sir? " Then he had the cheek to add "Can I interest you in opening a Liberty's Account today for an extra 10% discount on any purchase?". Dog-a-blogging!!! Was that wheelie pushing for a sale or what. Got to be on commission.

Square Daddi took a hasty photo on his mobile (sorry that's why the photo is a bit fuzzy wuzzy) to show me while beating a fast retreat from that PUSHY WHEELIE. Oh ha,ha ha, tee,hee, he,ha!

See what I mean? A wheelie with a job.Who would have believed it? It's wheelie not right. I rest my case. Believe me. The wheelies here are all over the shop. Popping up everywhere. From now on I'm on wheelie watch. Wait and see what I see next.

A PARCEL IN THE POST

When I got home from my walk the other day Mr. Postie had left a parcel for me on my doorstep. Hmmm. Wonder if he called twice? Not my birthday or anything. Guess who from? You never will. My buddy Jackson.Don't tell - I'm a bit in awe of Jackson. I hero worships him from afar.Well not that far,he's only 60 miles down the road as the birdies fly. He's a Wise Wire. Know things. Been there. Done that. Got the t shirt. Badge. And probably a cap too. Can destroy stuffies in seconds. President of his own exclusive club. Me. I'm a new dog on the blog. Quirky. Friends with dogs, cats and rabbits, a hammie too. Not done much. Not know much. So Wow! A parcel from my hero! That's Wheelie wicked!!!

I loved these white crispies in the box.



Mom went white too when she saw I was trying to eat them. Couldn't though. Got stuck all over my gnashers. Tee hee!! She had to pull them all off one by one for me. Muttering something about dog knows how could she would explain that one to the vet if I had been stupid enough to swallow them. A puzzle for me to ponder. Find it difficult to know what's eat- a -ble and what's not. Do you? My Square Head tells me best to give everything a go. Cos you never know. Bet Jackson would have know it was packing material. Silly me. Course he did. He packed the box.

Look see what I got. One bag of cookies . . .two bags of cookies . . .



Jackson arranged for the Cookie Monster to visit me!!!!



Took them to my special hiding place. My blanket on the sofa. Aw. Not hidey at all. Mom caught me. Then a suprising thing happened. She opened the bag and fed me cookies! Before breakfast! Unreal! Yet another puzzle to ponder. Games and treats before breakfast???? Wonder why? But then Mom's a bit of a cookie herself.

Want to PAWSONALLY show you the way the cookies crumble.



This was a pinwheel cookie. Sort of lovely and livery in a whirly way. MMMmm. SCRUMPTIOUS!



This was a crispy crunchy cheesey chap. With a bit missing on his back.



Yum. TRULY SCRUMPTIOUS!



Crickey! What a 'mazing co-incedence! A cookie bone with the SAME NAME as me!!!! Peanut, hand dipped carob and pawsonally iced for me. Drooling delicious. A very special SCRUMPTIOUSNESS!

Wanted to share them with you but don't know how. Plus Mom has put the rest of them in the freezer. Instead I made a message. For you. From me. And look out for the Cookie Monster. You never know when one might appear.




Jackson. Thank you millions my special buddy.



I'm dog-a-blogging- happy. Wigging my wag at you. One thing though. Do you think I might be able to join your Substantial Wires Club now?

Cookies from Dogs Dogs Bakery

SUFFOLK SUMMER HOLIDAY

Hi doggies. Phew. Needed to sit down and give my paws a bit of a rest. All the walking I did last week wore them out. Been on holiday for a few days and took the 2 leggededs with me. Let me confide in you bout the two leggededs. They have come on well. Were very obedient for most of the time. Devoted their time to me. Took me for special long walks. Let me sleep in their bedroom in my crate! Tons of Treats! Ice Cream! Even allowed on the big bed for a snooze every morning for the FIRST time ever! Yep, I'm a smug pug. I've taught them well. So far.

Went to Suffolk. Chocolate Box Beautiful. I'll describe where it is for you. Look at the map. Bottom of my island. Suffolk's up a bit to the right in the jutty out round bit of England.See where? Bout 120 miles from London. And a million miles from reality the two leggededs said. Flat mainly. With a bit of sea round one edge. And Pink. A Preponderance of Pink. A Profusion of Pink. (can you tell I took my Ogilvie's Dictionary for snoozy bedtime reading? ) Tiny hamlets with cute country cottages tucked away down wobbly winding lanes. Stayed in this quaint village called Kersey.

Has a stream that runs runs right across the road. It's a called "The Splash". Like a old fashioned water park I guess.

Thatched Suffolk Pink Cottages. Famous for it. Thatching. The apprenticeship can take up to 7 years. Hooman ones. That's a lot of dog snoozies. When a new thatch is needed it's laid over the old one so houses with very thick roofs are older ones. Pretty as a picture eh? Improved by me being in the picture.



Way back, they used whatever materials were knocking around for building. Timber and clay for walls and reeds or straw for thatching. They whacked up timber frames, infilled with a latticework of wood, called "Wattle", then slapped on a clay mixture, called "Daub". Wattle and Daub. They mixed the Daub with Ox Blood or Sloe berries to make it pink. Sigh. On reflection I should of licked a wall or two. Licking lovely. Missed a tasty treat.



We seemed to spend most evenings in this big water bowl. Doglightful. The waitress fed me treat after treat once I showed her a trick or too. And it wasn't even Halloween!!!

The village had special footpaths through farmers fields. Fantastic for exploring. . .



and meeting new friends. How Now Brown Cow?

Ditches to be discovered.



Fields pawfect for running. I was flying! Free as a bird.



The Poppies growing at the side of the wheat field waved their petal heads in surprise when I flew past. We went everywhere. Out and about all the time. Took a trip to the seaside. . .



here's a windswept me. Standing on the very edge of Suffolk around the sea.



Wigged my wag on this wild Heath. Filled with pokey purple heathers.



Contemplated the view. Which way to wander next?

Sniffed out a pawticularly picturesque village. Lavenham. Stuffed full of Medieval half timbered houses. Built dog knows when. Kidding. Do know really. A mind-a-boggling 750 years ago! MMMMmmmmany an Ancient aroma. Once a prosperous wool trading town so the houses are special, it's one of the best preserved examples of a medieval town. There are an amazing 320 medieval listed timber framed buildings in Lavenham. Fancy that!!! Well blow me down!!!!!



Think these houses might of been blown down then put back up again? Look at the state of them. Shocking. Not even built straight. Or is it me? Spending too much time in the water bowl?

Ain't this quaint? Sparkling diamond windows, herringbone laid bricks and look at the carving in the timbers.





Wobbly white houses. With their upper stories over sailing the ground.



And look at these lovely lavenders in Lavenham.



A foxy dog outside a yellow house. . .



. . . a yellow house with matching cars . . .



Houses higgedly piggedly, topsy turvy. Wibbling all over.



Then off to the countryside. Explored feathery fern paths stretching into the distance.



And take a good gander at this marvelous meadow. Bloggies. This is now a tale of woe. One minute I was legging it to the meadow and the next I was wet and wild. Not a meadow at all. A chameleon pond!!!! A green weed covered pond. I HATE water.When I was a pup I did the very same thing. Not at the same pond. But gave me the frighteners. I've never been in water since. Till now.

No photo's. Picture the scene. One of horror!!!!!! Me in the pond with my front legs caught up on the branches of a fallen and part sunken tree. Desperate to get free. Mommi hysterical!!!! Screaming! Crying! Begging me to come out!!!!! (duh, as if I wanted to stay in there) Daddi Square about to strip off to wade in and rescue me (ew please, a sight NOT for square eyes) Me struggling!!!!! Thought that was it. One last desperate tug finally got me free. Boy oh Boy. NEARLY ERIC DOG-GONE. Was covered in green weed from sniff to wag. Like a monster from the deep.



Here's me later. After we had all been treated for shock. And after I had shaken most of my green weed over the two leggeds. Hehehehehe!! Ok now. Tickety Boo. In the Pink as they say. One final Plentiful Pink Preponderance to tell you 'bout. Know what else Suffolk is famous for? This is the best pinkness for us doggies. Plump Pink Piggies!

After my ordeal plenty of these pinky treats came my way. Yum.Yum.Yum. Yep. When in Suffolk. Think Pink. Mmmmm... streaky bacon . . . sausages . . . ham . . .gammon . . . .

DEDICATED FOLLOWER OF FASHION

Feel the need to share with you what's hip and happening on the fashion scene here in London Town. What's hot to trot for Dogs. The One. The Only. Autumn 2008 Fashion "Must Have Item" And yes! I have it already.

See. Being a dog about town, I appointed my own Couturier. The most fabulous and famous Mrs.Snitchybug of Snitchbug Dog Designs.Butchy and Snickers Momma. And my own stylist, Momi Square. Came up with a blinding raincoat for me. Poor Mrs. Snitchybug. Sigh. Mom's exacting. My coat needed pockets, maybe two. Why? For me to carry Mom's mobile and keys! Be piped with a contrasting colour . . . mmm, maybe red , with a fun lining material . . .waterproof . . .and an initial like they have on those American Baseball Jackets....blah, blah,blah, you know how she prattles on . . the list was endless. My involvement was the most impawtent of course. Must be Orange. I'm a vision in orange. It's the only colour I'll wear.My Favourite colour (and my bootiful friend Asta's too) Must be a city dog thing. Do your own colour personality test below.

What Your Favorite Color Orange Says About You:

Joyful Enthusiastic Optimistic Outgoing Accepting Confident Loud Unruly Impulsive

What Does Your Favorite Color Say About You?

Back to my raincoat. Me and Momi finally chose everything and the lining with the printed with Mini Me's all over. Neat huh? Using every inch of my very vital statistics Mrs Snitchybug stitched my coat just for me. Probably wearing a pair of sunglasses. Might need to issue doggles to playmates and passing pals when I'm out in it too, teehee!

Mr. UPS delivered it last week. I howled with excitement. Smelt of my pals Butchy and Snickers - especially of the fit Miss Snickers who had tried it on for size. I'll never be able to let Momi wash it in case her smell goes down the plughole. Now take a look see at the detail. Lined pockets. Matching orange Velcro to hold the pocket flaps down so Momi's keys don't jump out as I'm high tailing it. Expanding pocket sides. All that piping. It's a work of art. Isn't she clever? Pawsome. It fit's a dream. Made to measure. Looks the dogs.






Initial E for 'ere I am- 'ere comes Eric. As if you'd miss me in this!



Pannier type pockets



Copies will be seen on every dogwalk show this Autumn. Go visit my pals Butchy and Snickers and their Mamma. She makes all manner of doglightful clothes. Get her to make you a coat too. Just remember you saw it here first.
On me Eric Square. Trend Setter Extraordinaire.



I love my new coat Mrs Snitchybug and you too!!!! It's rocking!! City slick!! WICKED!!! Can you see? I'm yelling you my biggest best big thank you.

Bloggies. Creep a bit closer to the pooter 'cos I got to whisker my secret to only you. Um . . I er . . I . . .dogtest rain. Refuse to go out in it. Or I go outside, find it's raining then won't budge.Throw my stuffies out of my crate! Won't walk at all. Mom is sure I'm going to venture out when it's raining now I have a special coat for protection. Mmmmm. What dog knows? Stranger things have happened. I'll keep you blogged.

Raincoat - from Snitchybug Dog Design
Fur Coat - Gemma @ Brush Puppies
Styling - Momi Square
Photography - Ranken
Shot on location in Square Village

PETS IN THE CITY - EPISODE ONE

"Pets in the City" bought to you by Eric's Home Blog in the Office. London.

Bloggies. Any resemblance to a TV show of a similar name is dog - gone crazy! My blog of our weeks escapades contains graphic scenes of a shocking and disturbing nature. Especially to Dogs that blog. And maybe a Hamster.

EPISODE ONE

Eric's Opening Monologue.
Whatever happened to the relationship between cats and dogs. Were we always playing cat and mouse with each other? Playfully teasing? Prolonging the pain and torment of one another? One minute being the hunter. The next the hunted. That's how life is with me and the Kittie. Here's how my week started when Otis sneaked into my crate.



SCENE 1. I'M OUTRAGED!



SCENE 2. THEN ENQUIRING???



SCENE 3. DARING TO ENTER



SCENE 4. EJECTED AND DEJECTED



SCENE 5. REFLECTING. PLOTTING.



SCENE 6. WARNING. SCENES OF A HORRIFIC NATURE.
THE KITTIE FINDS HIS FAVOURITE TOY MOUSE DASTARDLY DESTROYED!



SCENE 7. THE SHOWDOWN

Eric's Closing Monologue.
Later on this week I got to thinking about relationships. There are those that open you up and tear you apart. Others Sincere. New Pals. True Friends. Those that bring up lots of questions. And those, that in spite of everything, allow two opposites to attract. Exist side by side. Cat and Dog. Love and Hate. Friend and Foe. Guess that's me and Otis. Look at that darn silly cat. Always sneaking under things to sleep. Newspapers, magazines, bags, duvets. Even under my blanket. Yes. They are. It's the real deal. These truly are untouched photos of the Kittie and me. Oh - me - oh - my. The shame. The shame. Dog. I hope no doggy sees me.

SCENE 8. SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY!

(Pals. I'm going away for R + R with the 2 leggededs next week. Please forgive me if I don't visit you and your blog then but Daddi Square says if we have pooters he and Momi will work and I will blog! As if! So they are banned. Can you imagine ? What will we do? I've put my blog on scheduler for next week, wig your wag over if you can. I'll be around to visit you again soon)

THUMPER AND ME

Been thinking dogs with blogs. Hmmmmm. Wondering. Can you tell me? What makes me. Me? And you. You?

See I've been pondering in the park 'cos when I went last week I kept meeting me a new animal. New to me anyways. Didn't want to chase 'em. Or worse. No.

Just wanted to Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit. Bunny, Bunny,Bunny. Pass the time of day politely as our paths crossed. Talk bout carrots. Maybe the weather. State of the grass. Discuss our day.



Everywhere I looked. There they were.



Popping up all over the place.



Awww. Cute. Bunny wrabbit Rabbits. Just like this one.



Infact, come to think of it. It was this one.

I sorted of gave him the Square Dog once over. And he sort of looked back at me. At the time I didn't know what he was. And he didn't know what I was. Only curious about each other. As I looked at him I noticed several things. He had a black shiny nose like me. It twitched like mine. Whiskers. Yep we both had them. A pair of floppy ears. A furry coat. Me too. Four legs. One at each corner. What do you know. Exactly like me! With paws and claws at the ends.



A matching pair of round brown eyes. Both me and Rabbit. He did a funny bunny hop.



Look at me! I do a neat bunny hop on two legs too.



He sort of came out of this hole.



I sort of tried to get down this hole.

Here's the amazing bit. He showed me his special clever trick. Mom says unique to Rabbits. Something about breeding. "Izzy Wizzy Let's Get Bizzy" That's what I heard Rabbit say.



Right before my round brown eyes he makes himself into two Rabbits!



Then into three Rabbits!



Neat. Very neat.



I wanted to ask how he did that. But before I could he gave me the hop. Shame. We had such a lot in common to rabbit about. Rabbit and me.