tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48403534154085356752024-03-13T12:52:05.172+00:00A Square Dogs BlogLife of Eric the Wire Fox TerrierErichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11534829354441811744noreply@blogger.comBlogger147125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840353415408535675.post-13355446228333382742012-05-24T23:30:00.000+01:002012-08-08T23:02:52.644+01:00OLYMPIC REHEARSALSWoofing at you every doggie! How's your wiggers wagging? Now.I know. Long time no see. But see. Been busy. Preparing for my dig day. Or is that big day? I'm lead performer in the opening show. Of. You. Know. What. In. London. Twenty. Twelve. Smashing eh?
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Yeah. See? Been working like a dog in rehearsals.
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I'm sure this is my start position.
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Ooops. Almost forgot to salute the Royal Dorgies.
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Hey! You! Waaay back in the cheap seats. See me ok?
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Course. You doggies in ringside have a smashing view of my square self.
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Now. Everybloggie.Watch me! Watch me!
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Wheyyyy Heyyyyyyy!!Here I gooooooooooooo.........
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What? You're thinking "Huh Eric.....that's really EASYPEASYLEMONSQUEEZY?"
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AS IF.WAIT TILL YOU SEE ME OPENING THE GAMES...
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...JUMPING THROUGH THEM RINGS OF FLAMES!!!!!
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CRIKEEEY. Hope I don't frizzle my fine foxie furs.....
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Zee theze Chrizmaz baubliez.... <br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ac0t4i6YJ9E/TuysQFd0paI/AAAAAAAAEFg/QdOyQ3_6-XM/s1600/022.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ac0t4i6YJ9E/TuysQFd0paI/AAAAAAAAEFg/QdOyQ3_6-XM/s400/022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687109821807240610" /></a><br /><br />O.La.La.Loveleezee. Zen. There iz zere pathetic Chrizmaz tree. Hehee!! Saved only by a square woofzee hanging at ze very tippy top. <br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9pmSfNvJgBc/TuysliHUu5I/AAAAAAAAEFs/lUIPilVWzbU/s1600/019.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9pmSfNvJgBc/TuysliHUu5I/AAAAAAAAEFs/lUIPilVWzbU/s400/019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687110190274755474" /></a><br /><br />But zen. One can hardly believe onze piez. Ze Sqwuares want to change ze existing comfy cushionz on ze sofaz for Chrizmaz. My friendz. Prepare your good elf selvez. Zey want to change zem.... to zeeze onez!!!!!!!!! <br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-71t9zQWbd94/Tuybg_DHpyI/AAAAAAAAEEY/a_Xko5FhEM4/s1600/IMG00072-20111209-1413.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-71t9zQWbd94/Tuybg_DHpyI/AAAAAAAAEEY/a_Xko5FhEM4/s400/IMG00072-20111209-1413.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687091420444731170" /></a><br /><br />Zut Alorz! Are zey mad? Black cushionz will show up ze loose furz? And az if Eric can read. (winky winky eh everydoggie?!)I must show ze Squarez how to decorate for Christmaz. Az ze room must be, how you zay? Mixy Matchy wiz ze charming and most handzome Eric! Show him at his best. A demonzration if you pleeze Eric. Of how ze colour palettez of the decorz must blend and colour matchy to your fine furry self. Ah yezzzzz.......like zooooo. <br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ViaooblugiU/Tuyfu7kHxSI/AAAAAAAAEEw/1-Zz96WE3Kk/s1600/IMG_8014.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ViaooblugiU/Tuyfu7kHxSI/AAAAAAAAEEw/1-Zz96WE3Kk/s400/IMG_8014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687096058074088738" /></a><br /><br />Magnifique!! How modest dear Eric iz as he'z demonstrating how the Squarez decor should mixy matchy him. Oui! Oui! The Squarez need to understand a dog curled up against mixy matchy sofaz cushionz is this yearz MUST HAVE Christmaz Room Decoration. Isn't that zo doggeez?Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11534829354441811744noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840353415408535675.post-31385203714309679562011-10-17T19:00:00.007+01:002011-10-17T19:50:47.563+01:00OUT AND ABOUT IN PARIS AND LONDON<span class="Apple-style-span">Well would you blogging believe it?</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span">A visitor from over the pee!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Came to see this wiry square dog,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Auntie Jane. And my bestie pal Petey</span>.</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EUTgDZm6diQ/TpsYi9avWeI/AAAAAAAAD-c/sSQuaYorPxE/s400/053.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 374px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664147945229867490" /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Yikes! Then who rocked up? Yes! Lacie!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Screaming "Stoopid Square.You fixed me a date?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Aunti Jane! Put on my black lippy.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">And Eric. <i>I don't want a date with your mate!!!</i></span></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4HRiQgVYaoc/TprEekqJPCI/AAAAAAAAD7o/lw_AUqLc_1U/s400/024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664055510887382050" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qhTzfbOWFtU/TprInfHwTZI/AAAAAAAAD84/ORAC59buHg8/s400/056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664060062066298258" style="cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 400px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">True to form Lacie cranked up her blender</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Wizzed up drinks with coke zero (no fat)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Seemed to send her a itsy bit crazzeeee</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Double dating with my brother the cat.......</span></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p_3s72r0m18/TprF2Nys6lI/AAAAAAAAD78/i81Moffo_A0/s400/028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664057016577747538" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uAg7F3BXsF8/TprF1w8qQMI/AAAAAAAAD70/kWG4KsJXtDM/s400/025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664057008834887874" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Fox trotted our guests to my Pally</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Tried to lose 'n confuser her. See?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Butt. Hoo boy! That Lacie went diggin'</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Her butt stuck. Off course. Tee hee!!</span></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_mPwJE2kDv0/TpsYjI0NCYI/AAAAAAAAD-s/rXZwFnRcWMI/s400/046.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664147948289460610" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B3PtOv_n_Uw/TprF2xyrqSI/AAAAAAAAD8Y/w8HAIObN6-0/s400/041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664057026241341730" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 331px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V2HJUczJc3g/TprImu4aNXI/AAAAAAAAD8k/sqs_zOPmKpU/s400/044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664060049117033842" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">"Let me in! Let me in!" Lacie schreechied.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">"I've a date with some dude called Harry</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Meantime. Guess I'll look.....</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">For rich batchelor dogs to marry.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ATgduzAA6SM/TpsU7Eref-I/AAAAAAAAD-Q/o7--1R6AYRk/s400/does%2Bhe%2Bdate.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664143961449463778" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R8--y9r9LJo/TpsU68uZ32I/AAAAAAAAD-E/h_UjkfyFrcc/s1600/hot%2Bdate.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R8--y9r9LJo/TpsU68uZ32I/AAAAAAAAD-E/h_UjkfyFrcc/s400/hot%2Bdate.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664143959314259810" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I dispatched them girls quick to the station.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">On a train bound for gay Parrrree.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Heard the beasty was way embarrassin'....</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Screaming "Boyz! C'est Lacie. Lakie"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">They zoomied around. Sightseeing the town.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Autie J! Auntie B! Take piccy's of me!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Lacie yapped "In Pareeee. Mais Oui! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I'm by far the <b>BIGGEST</b> attraction. Ici!"</span></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5WojnqGSyR4/TprEdhJOqRI/AAAAAAAAD7E/mqGZCHipY3k/s400/IMG_9089.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664055492764150034" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-54byXSJGFko/TpsMM_nhjgI/AAAAAAAAD9s/XYQidkwdG-o/s400/IMG_9091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664134373723704834" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f2IsGC8zqL8/TprEd2beJ9I/AAAAAAAAD7Q/U6g7bKK10Ns/s1600/IMG_9069.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f2IsGC8zqL8/TprEd2beJ9I/AAAAAAAAD7Q/U6g7bKK10Ns/s400/IMG_9069.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664055498477807570" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Course. They visited Versailles Palace</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">All sparkling with glitter and gold.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">King Louis was once there residing</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">And Lacie came over all bold.......</span></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1wtAY9p_BiU/TprEdEo46II/AAAAAAAAD64/lrebfwP0fwA/s400/IMG_9097.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664055485112313986" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 331px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NxM8QOfNTkE/Tpq8bYM85eI/AAAAAAAAD6g/LAlTAJG_k4I/s400/IMG_9102.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664046659911083490" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">"A King where is he? I want him!" she trilled.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">"I'll feed him breakfast and smoothies in bed.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">What? A wife? He already has one?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Umm. Perhaps they can chop off her head?"</span></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iXjc53S7n6w/Tpq8bi3WaqI/AAAAAAAAD6w/PFETK6_phqY/s400/IMG_9106.JPG" /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">"Imagine me Queen of this Frogland </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Dressed in Ermine with Amethyst Crown.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I would rule everydoggie wears purple! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">And Miss Enid will h</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">old up my gown."</span></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FyPwOCWHrQk/TpxeFVLJK3I/AAAAAAAAD_E/c62BLrFrK4s/s400/frog%2Bfountain.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664505877001481074" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9VBxO-Ds0VE/Tpq8a0mRfHI/AAAAAAAAD6U/w3pMMnXhqg0/s400/IMG_9147.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664046650353613938" style="cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9g0s63Ec7rU/Tprx2-6UbDI/AAAAAAAAD9U/Guw3yAvbe-Y/s400/lacie%2Bqueen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664105408274656306" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">But this yapping of hers soon abated.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">And she sat most content by the Lake.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Think it's due to that Marie ghost whisperin'</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">"Forget him then you can eat cake......?"</span></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FMtKatMjHrE/Tpq8aM4mQSI/AAAAAAAAD58/H_8DdPi1Q9A/s400/IMG_9170.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664046639693054242" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IxRVUYn4VPQ/Tpx0_vXQ44I/AAAAAAAAD_Q/tk4xgq4PW9U/s400/ghost%2Band%2Blacie.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>We had a superdooper time with our vistors. Come back soon. Yeah. Even you Lacie!</i></span></div>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11534829354441811744noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840353415408535675.post-50124664743788174712011-09-07T18:36:00.007+01:002011-09-07T22:24:52.121+01:00POWER OF THE PAW REQUIRED<span class="Apple-style-span">Everybloggie. Power of the Paw is needed for my Best Friend Furever. <a href="http://peteysplayhouse.blogspot.com/">Petey</a>. Wig your wag over and wish him a speedy recovery from his surgery. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span><div><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ydbFncsFL3E/TmetOI-KgwI/AAAAAAAAD5c/ZtiwxyAtqPc/s400/BIG%2BAPPLE%2B2009%2B117.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649674715997569794" /><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"> He and his Mom need our power </span><span class="Apple-style-span">to help Petey back on his paws. Playing ball again. Know you can do</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "> it Petey! </span><span class="Apple-style-span" >Trucks loads of zen is coming your way. And. Sigh. You lucky boy......those Hot to Trot nursies too.....</span></div></div></div>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11534829354441811744noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840353415408535675.post-56646200120146184872011-05-22T16:00:00.008+01:002011-05-23T07:52:47.967+01:00A SQUIZ<span class="Apple-style-span">Yoohoo everbloggie. How's about doing a Squiz for a change? That's a quiz by a Square dog. The photo will give you a clue to the right answer. Righty ho. Ready Steady? Let's go.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Question 1. Is this...</span></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Vje8DC12IY/TdkJW_qRtII/AAAAAAAAD30/fGdDT4lMDD4/s400/032.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609525101517190274" /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">S. As pretty as a picture?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">D. Lovely.But look better with a dog in it?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">E. A peaceful place to wig your wagger?</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Question 2. Am I....</span></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8-sJr9K1z8Y/TdkK4CJ7hqI/AAAAAAAAD38/U0uCLZp57Rg/s400/021.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609526768634136226" /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">S.Putting my best paw forward?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">D.Plotting my next Eric Dastardly Deed?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">E.Looking blooming handsome?</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Question 3. Me again. Am I?</span></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8L6q_oT3ptA/TdkOM5HShwI/AAAAAAAAD4E/KKqAFbhc1kE/s400/019.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609530425519277826" /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">S. Stopping to smell the flowers?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">D. Getting a dogalicious whiff of sausage rolls from a backpackers bag?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">E. Listening to them bluebells ring-a-dinging?</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Question 4. What happened next. Did I ....</span></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MfdQxfuaT0A/TdkPIST0QwI/AAAAAAAAD4M/j1fcmZKhmTg/s400/025.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609531445894988546" /></div><div><br /></div><div>S<span class="Apple-style-span">. Practice my sprint start for the 2012 Olympics?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">D. Run like the clappers towards those sausage rolls?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">E. Show both Squares my clean pair of heels?</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Question 4. Later. I'm barking at Daddy Square. Was I ..</span></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Cb_rQXV454/TdkQTEDps_I/AAAAAAAAD4U/qwEyMhmVHtU/s400/014.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 327px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609532730559280114" /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">S. Asking for brown sauce to go with my sausage rolls?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">D. Begging not to be put back on my lead?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">E. Asking what was for puddin'?</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Question 5. This is a difficult one. After being walked on my lead in the opposite direction for at least fifteen minutes. And a loooong distance away from the backpackers bag. I was let off my lead. Guess what?</span></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5TpOCIDW7_g/TdkSq5sgl0I/AAAAAAAAD4c/tzQWPsvILLU/s400/023.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609535339117975362" /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">S.The Squares reflect on what a lovely peaceful walkies we were all having?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">D.I was nowhere to be seen as I legged it straight back for a second helping of sausage roll? </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">E.I took time to enjoy this smashing view?</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Question 6. Heheeheee!! Am I laughing..... </span></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WIl5D5efzM4/TdkWA5zEEYI/AAAAAAAAD4k/r2GWw_VtHf0/s400/009.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609539015637471618" /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">S. Because Daddy Square fell headlong over skinning his knees as he tried to catch me and shouted out plenty of naughty naughty bad boy words?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">D. Because I'm a right little rascal?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">E. Both of the above?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div>D<span class="Apple-style-span">addy Square remarked he hasn't skinned his knees like that since he was 10 and wondered if the backpacker ever had a sense of humour.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Question 7. But what was this bad boy thinking as I was hooked on my lead for the rest of the walk.....</span></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L_txLbnUCFw/Tdkg6R1UWiI/AAAAAAAAD5E/Xs0p1p4kyz4/s400/028.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609550996458199586" /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">S. I can win the Olympics 100yd dash easy peasy if there's food at the end of the track.<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">D. Lookie! </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">My butt is half the size of a certain flakie Lakie's?</span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">E. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">Put your mincies on me! I should win "Rear of the Year" eh?</span></div>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11534829354441811744noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840353415408535675.post-3241894057845468362011-04-23T11:20:00.007+01:002011-04-23T11:40:25.585+01:00FEVER<span class="Apple-style-span" >Yoohoo everbloggie! Haven't been here forever. Missed ya.How's your wigger wagging? Right now. I've only gone and got IT. Chills. Knots of flutterbies in my belly.Can't sleep. Course I can still eat. Yeah.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Really</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >think</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I've </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >got </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >me </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >a </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >big</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >old</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >fever</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >harhaaaaa!!!!!</span><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0JNPdZCCzcU/TbKpdCU2I7I/AAAAAAAAD3E/DHFtVJO-NHc/s1600/union%2Bjack%2Beric.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0JNPdZCCzcU/TbKpdCU2I7I/AAAAAAAAD3E/DHFtVJO-NHc/s320/union%2Bjack%2Beric.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598723603080553394" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >WEDDING FEVAH!!! WOOHOOO!!!Ready and waiting......</span></span></div><br /></div></div></div>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11534829354441811744noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840353415408535675.post-6961371380846987152011-02-18T09:00:00.007+00:002011-02-18T14:07:16.195+00:00BOUNCING BERTIE'S BIRTHDAY!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">Yoohoo everybloggie! Today is my dear nephew Bertie's 1st Birthday. Wig your wagger over to wish him a happy one won't you? Now. Bet you've often pondered how me and my young nephew Bertie lookielikee ? Tee heee. Loookie.</span><br /><br /><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9VSqq0WdGkY/TVxS3rsAveI/AAAAAAAAD1k/puttj2-Wnv8/s400/OXSHOTT%2BWOODS%2B029.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574421555351436770" /><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">Which is him?<br /><br /><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-nNc5VRJUs/TVxQEZnDveI/AAAAAAAAD1c/FgWlifmpLBw/s400/IMG_4360.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574418475302239714" /><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">Which is me? </span><br /><br /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-86HW0NC4vtU/TVxWQPcNcjI/AAAAAAAAD10/byoGS0ufrP0/s400/IMG_5069.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 173px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574425275800580658" /><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">See? Twinses! With our one ear up trick.</span><br /><br /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3CDs1IuMgBU/TVxWPyOa50I/AAAAAAAAD1s/9_qqRF2VGVs/s400/CHRISTMAS%2B2008%2B046.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574425267958114114" /><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">Both of us interested</span><br /><br /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9wpIBtW53lo/TVxaX3NSWHI/AAAAAAAAD18/TnQeueyIfCk/s400/IMG_5049.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574429804781000818" /></span><br /><br /><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lE6js6OXjmo/TVxaYJ-I8SI/AAAAAAAAD2E/LjpnDg-T4Y4/s400/COTSWOLDS%2B010.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574429809817743650" /><div><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">in broadening our minds. By getting hold of a good book. Get the picture? Yeah me and him. Have the very same Square Dog Squareness. When I yapped this excitedly to M Square she dismissed it as</span> "<i>another of your fanciful idea's Eric. Of course you aren't his Uncle. I'll get hold of little Bertie's Pee Degree from Gail to show you</i>"<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">She did. Boy oh boy. Bark about gobsmacked!! This handsome foxy below is Bertie's Daddy's Daddy. That's Bertie's Grandpa. Int.Ch Sanfelipe Sunny Bay with Malrich.<br /></span><br /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0dGS9oH6pns/TVvTQG2mmoI/AAAAAAAAD08/nPID69IjZRA/s400/Ch_Sanfelipe_Suny_Bay_08.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 309px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574281237472123522" /><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">Ain't he a looker? That handsome dude above is also my Daddy's Daddy. My Grandpappy too!!!! Woopeee dooo!!!! Me and Bertie really DID get our pee degrees from the same pee pod.</span><br /><br /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tvMOHKc6aoo/TV1uZUvFBFI/AAAAAAAAD2M/FAnphn8aBMw/s320/BERTIES%2BPEDIGREE.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574733295096497234" /><br /><br /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wb10qGCOAmE/TV1uZ4cBpaI/AAAAAAAAD2U/3I2IbRIex-Y/s320/eric%2Bpedigree.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574733304680261026" /><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">One quarter of the family pee tree is XACTLY the same for him as it is for me!!! Going back for ever and ever. All the yellow highlighted lines in on our pee degree are the same. We share a couple of Great/Great Great Grandma's on our Mother's side too. </span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">Means. I'm Bertie's Uncle. Square Stepbrother. Once removed. Cracker Dog Cousin. Officially. But then me' n Bertie knew all long we shared the same very same size 16 and 1/2" square jeans. Even though his are mostly straight and narrow denim. And mine are more down 'n dirty distressed. Know what M Square said bout all this ? "Hmmm. Seem's to me Eric the gene pool of Squares is waaaaay too small. Most likely accounts for how really wired you foxies are"</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">Wired??? But of course!!! Nephew Bertie. I'm proper proud to bark,is carrying on our fine foxy family tradition.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qkevl5AvzcQ/TV4yjfSvqFI/AAAAAAAAD2s/bz_Z01WDL7c/s1600/bertie%2Bu.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qkevl5AvzcQ/TV4yjfSvqFI/AAAAAAAAD2s/bz_Z01WDL7c/s320/bertie%2Bu.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574948974008182866" /></a><br /><br />Happy Barkday Bertie!!!</span></div>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11534829354441811744noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840353415408535675.post-58158777080123016072011-02-11T19:00:00.009+00:002011-02-11T22:57:18.935+00:00BAD BAD BOY<span class="Apple-style-span">Hello everybloggie. Guess where I've been? Yeah. My favourite place. The Naughty Corner. OK. You want the truth? Was the Bad boy please promise you will never EVER do that again Very Naughty Corner. Followed by a swift removal to the Poorly Corner. Next. A hasty move to the Proper Poorly Corner. Warning. For those of you with a scream ish nature better not read any further.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xbdz2kaPUvo/TVV-RnJWqJI/AAAAAAAAD0k/UZ-e2D_Ekog/s400/Winnie-the-Pooh-Rabbit-Wallpaper-disney-6616252-800-600.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572498954971949202" /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Here's a super dooper picture of bunny wabbit for you inste</span>ad. (Like it Archie?)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">See. There I was running in my park..... when...... errr .....I found an over the rainbow not of this world bunny wabbit and popped it into my north and south. Those of you who know me. Knows I never could resist ummm ... a snack between meals. Even better when I can play my favourite game at the same time. Naa naa nee nahhh nahhh...can't catch meeeee Squaries...such fun!! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">Back at Square Dog House. Was rub-a-dubbed. Scrubbed. Plonked in the Very Naughty Corner before my visit to the vets. Then moved to the Poorly Corner. Back at the vets again a couple of days later. Into the Proper Poorly Corner. For a stay over and drip dose of auntie biotics. Got myself an icky ulcerated colon. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jJfTPaLqMlA/TVWb61kbn0I/AAAAAAAAD00/9_cUfp3ZfNk/s400/056.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572531549055459138" /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">Here's what I've been like for the past two weeks. Between ...errr... other things. Now I'm almost all better. Hey nursies! Only been allowed </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">teensy weensy chicken 'n rice munchies and tons of tablets for days 'n days 'n days. Bring </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">over some of 'em soothing smoothies can you? Heheee ....and mebbe a few healing smoochies? </span></div><div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Now. My nephew Bertie. Better not follow your dear Uncle's example (wait a week or two at least if you can). Cos them Squares are <i>hopping mad </i>with me. Can't stop rabbiting on and on and on about the high price of wabbits. Several hundreds of 'em paper pounds apparently. Oooopsie.</span><span class="Apple-style-span">But worser. Much much worser. Think I've heard them mutter......muzzle...</span></span></div></div></div></div>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11534829354441811744noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840353415408535675.post-34682312717357818182011-01-24T19:12:00.015+00:002011-01-24T23:52:39.612+00:00NOT A WALK IN THE PARK<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hello everybloggie. Imagine. Actually. Don't have to. Going to show you. There I was. Minding my own taking my wig on a wiry wagger in my Royal Park. When suddenly an unbelievable sight. Right before my very mince pies.</span><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TT3W8S1JuxI/AAAAAAAADys/3yMQbqV9SpE/s1600/WALK%2B1.jpg"></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TT3ZKAm6n8I/AAAAAAAADy0/FJEvm5gXqPo/s1600/052.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565843480484945858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TT3ZKAm6n8I/AAAAAAAADy0/FJEvm5gXqPo/s400/052.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Noooooo!!!!</em> <em>Miss Enid. My pesky wheelie. Taking a wheel about!!!!!</em> Agggh.</span><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TT3bJ239ThI/AAAAAAAADzc/sURZXvgy5hQ/s1600/071.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 224px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565845676895325714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TT3bJ239ThI/AAAAAAAADzc/sURZXvgy5hQ/s400/071.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">She followed my every move. Once she got started. Wheelie useless. No gears or anything. Always needs a push start. Wish she'd push right off. </span><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TT3ZLYu9tlI/AAAAAAAADzM/zF-US9eF2jc/s1600/065.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565843504141022802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TT3ZLYu9tlI/AAAAAAAADzM/zF-US9eF2jc/s400/065.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Decide to ignore her. I mean. Would you want to be clocked with a wheelie silly looking wheelie???</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TT3ZLASYjdI/AAAAAAAADzE/D3iS0_Ho2LU/s1600/066.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565843497578696146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TT3ZLASYjdI/AAAAAAAADzE/D3iS0_Ho2LU/s400/066.JPG" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TT3ZLYu9tlI/AAAAAAAADzM/zF-US9eF2jc/s1600/065.JPG"></a></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Who was a-posing and a-preening in her Sunday Best furs hat and wrap? Her </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Christmas present from <span style="color:#cc33cc;">Lacie.</span> Made by <span style="color:#ff0000;">Butchie and Katie's </span>clever Mom. (Be super duper adorning my <span style="color:#ff6600;">Toffee</span> girl pupcake eh? But on a wheelie??? <em>Wheelie</em>.) Square M pulled the alpha treat trick. " Eric No treats 'till you learn to be kind to Miss Enid. Play nicely please" </span><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TT3cjS3TdbI/AAAAAAAADzk/ZxGU5Nvbfug/s1600/067.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565847213417133490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TT3cjS3TdbI/AAAAAAAADzk/ZxGU5Nvbfug/s400/067.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So. Gave old E my best play bow. Yeah. I know she's facing the other way but them peskies have their pies where the sun don't....I mean..... in the back of their sawdust heads. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TT3ZLsKV5JI/AAAAAAAADzU/cyfY-fNqkQs/s1600/064.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565843509356127378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TT3ZLsKV5JI/AAAAAAAADzU/cyfY-fNqkQs/s400/064.JPG" /></a></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I know. Checked it out for me self earlier. . . </span><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TT3ZKg3uQvI/AAAAAAAADy8/jbiN1tvmOGw/s1600/049.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 355px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565843489145373426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TT3ZKg3uQvI/AAAAAAAADy8/jbiN1tvmOGw/s400/049.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So. Playtime!!! Bellowed in her ear'ole. "Let's play Hide and Seek Miss E!" </span><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TT3emyEG5nI/AAAAAAAADzs/KgGC0I66JqU/s1600/054.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565849472355198578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TT3emyEG5nI/AAAAAAAADzs/KgGC0I66JqU/s400/054.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"Get up on this lookie out post" With that I heeve-hoed that rag bag of wood fill right up on where she came from. Made her feel right at home. Wood fill on Wood. Snigggggersnort. She looks happy 'eh? Soaking up the ray's.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TT3enczrCZI/AAAAAAAADz0/2bJsdKcaG2U/s1600/055.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565849483828988306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TT3enczrCZI/AAAAAAAADz0/2bJsdKcaG2U/s400/055.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"Close your mincies. <em>I SAID CLOSE 'EM</em>. Now count to one hundred squary squillion billion trillion. </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">While I trot my foxy self off to hide. AND.<em> </em></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>NO PEEPING'. Call you when I'm readdddy</em>......</span> "<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TT3epDI77wI/AAAAAAAAD0E/jGSeRiIgK-g/s1600/060.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565849511298592514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TT3epDI77wI/AAAAAAAAD0E/jGSeRiIgK-g/s400/060.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Course I didn't. Call. Hide. Or anything. Xcept. See me waaaaay off in the distance? Trotting off home? Dumb Enid. Probably still there. Counting. And counting. Haaaaaa!!! Guess it'll be a wheelie long time before I see her again . . . </span></span>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11534829354441811744noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840353415408535675.post-61777612593506783602011-01-06T18:00:00.004+00:002011-01-06T18:28:03.910+00:00AN INSPECTOR CALLS<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Gud evening everybloggie. It is I. Hairfool Pawrot. I am looking razer dapper don't you zinc? </span><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TSX2itGQqOI/AAAAAAAADxc/FliiyfD6zXo/s1600/hercule%2Bpoirot%2Beric.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 286px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559120391140583650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TSX2itGQqOI/AAAAAAAADxc/FliiyfD6zXo/s400/hercule%2Bpoirot%2Beric.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">But enough of my vaniteez. I am here to fazzom out ze strange "how you say 'appenings'" in ze square Dog house over Chrsitmaz. </span><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TSX9kBEPyyI/AAAAAAAADyM/kmS1UFf6_LM/s1600/CHRISTMAS%2B2010%2B006.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559128110262111010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TSX9kBEPyyI/AAAAAAAADyM/kmS1UFf6_LM/s400/CHRISTMAS%2B2010%2B006.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Est Voila !! Thiz I show you. Ici. Oui. A bag wiz a cardboard box wiz a whole magnifique Camembert inside. For ze squares to eat zat evening. Left on ze kitchen worktop at ze very very back zo az to be out of Master Eric's reach.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Imagine zen my suprize when Monsieur Square callz. To azk me to solve a mystery. Alors. Ziz iz exhibit number onesy. </span><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TSX8VyQ-LOI/AAAAAAAADxs/CXNbGYF66R8/s1600/CHRISTMAS%2B2010%2B007.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559126766259154146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TSX8VyQ-LOI/AAAAAAAADxs/CXNbGYF66R8/s400/CHRISTMAS%2B2010%2B007.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ze very same Camembert box now out of ze bag sealing in it's pong! Was found on ze floor. The box now wiz nothing in! No cheeze! No signz of fiddle faddle!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Exibit number twosy. This iz tres importante. Ze CHEESE.</span><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TSX8VcZIKkI/AAAAAAAADxk/iHWjGMGeZ7g/s1600/CHRISTMAS%2B2010%2B004.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559126760387783234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TSX8VcZIKkI/AAAAAAAADxk/iHWjGMGeZ7g/s400/CHRISTMAS%2B2010%2B004.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Found on ze kitchen floor. Still enclosed in ze waxed paper. Carefully unwrapped. QUELLE HORREUR! Over half ze cheese haz been eaten! Thiz iz a puzzle eh non?<br /><br /></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TSX8WWvd7QI/AAAAAAAADx8/BTup6kxi61E/s1600/hercule%2Bpoirot%2B2.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559126776050740482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TSX8WWvd7QI/AAAAAAAADx8/BTup6kxi61E/s400/hercule%2Bpoirot%2B2.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I muz study zese items carefully to decide who dunit. Az the only thing found with ze remaining cheeze at ze time was zat dumb dog Eric. Non. Non. He cannot jump up and over to reach ze back of ze worktop. Now pardon everybloggie.I must vammoose to consider. But first. I must sniff out a big glazz of port and zome crackerz to have with ze rest of that cheeze. I Hairfool Pawrot bid you all a gudnight. And a Happy New Year. </span>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11534829354441811744noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840353415408535675.post-72982235094459737522010-12-24T14:00:00.003+00:002010-12-24T14:00:01.551+00:00WIRED CHRISTMAS WISHES<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">WIRED CHRISTMAS WISHES
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<br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and bark out our Christmas song . . .</span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">LET THERE BE PEACE ON EARTH</span>
<br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">AND OVER THE GREAT BIG PEE
<br />WITH LOVE FOR OUR BROTHERS
<br />COS WE ARE FAMILY
<br />LET US ALL LOVE EACH OTHER
<br />IN PEACE AND HARMONY
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<br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">LET THERE BE PEAS ON EARTH
<br />N' CHRISTMAS PUDDIN' OVER THE PEE
<br />HOMES FOR THOSE IN SHELTERS
<br />IS OUR PRAYER FOR EVERYBLOGGIE
<br />LET THEM KNOW SWEET LOVIN'
<br />LIKE THIS DOG AND HIS KITTEEE
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<br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">LET THERE BE PEACE ON EARTH
<br />WITH OUR NOMS WHEREVER THEY BE
<br />LEARN TO LIVE TOGETHER
<br />(EVEN IF NOT SQUARE LIKE ME)
<br />AND OUR FRIENDS OVER THE RAINBOW
<br />FORGOTTEN YOU'LL NEVER BE </span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">chorus all together . . .</span></span>
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<br />LET THERE BE PEACE ON EARTH
<br />AND OVER THE GREAT BIG PEE
<br />WITH LOVE FOR OUR BROTHERS
<br />COS WE ARE FAMILY
<br />LET US ALL LOVE EACH OTHER
<br />IN PEACE AND HARMONY</span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Peace and love everybloggie..peace and love. Merry Christmas!!<span>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11534829354441811744noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840353415408535675.post-74310139224231975112010-12-19T13:46:00.004+00:002010-12-19T14:18:05.318+00:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Yoooohoo everybloggie! Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Not been a round. Being square that's super hard. But. Been sniffing your bloggies when I can. Not leaving comments. Sigh. See. Mom's been busy busy. We've 3 close relatives who are sick bad poorly. Need Mom's help and the Powers of my Paws. Means were not here. Cos we're there. But I put a few short messages my Square D Og facebook page.(Teeeheheeee fooled ya facebook!!)Please. Any spare zen going begging. Send it over? Meantime. I've been busy busy too. Like so.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>PUT YOUR CHRISTMAS MINCIE PIES ON ME FOX TROTTING YESTERDAY !!!!<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TQ372jTirGI/AAAAAAAADxI/HwxweLRhauk/s1600/snow%2Bsnow%2B001.JPG"><strong><img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552370830226402402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TQ372jTirGI/AAAAAAAADxI/HwxweLRhauk/s400/snow%2Bsnow%2B001.JPG" /></strong></a><br /><strong><br />. . . SNOW . . .<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TQ372ZOpZ6I/AAAAAAAADxA/SAepP-INL6c/s1600/snow%2Bsnow%2B016.JPG"><strong><img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552370827521517474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TQ372ZOpZ6I/AAAAAAAADxA/SAepP-INL6c/s400/snow%2Bsnow%2B016.JPG" /></strong></a><br /><br />. . . SNOW . . .<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TQ372ApWJlI/AAAAAAAADw4/Y-PodGuVH8A/s1600/snow%2Bsnow%2B003.JPG"><strong><img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552370820922615378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TQ372ApWJlI/AAAAAAAADw4/Y-PodGuVH8A/s400/snow%2Bsnow%2B003.JPG" /></strong></a><br /><br />. . . QUICK . . .<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TQ372BXPLfI/AAAAAAAADww/7NR3B1wTJy8/s1600/snow%2Bsnow%2B015.JPG"><strong><img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552370821115096562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TQ372BXPLfI/AAAAAAAADww/7NR3B1wTJy8/s400/snow%2Bsnow%2B015.JPG" /></strong></a><br /><br />. . . QUICK . . .<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TQ3711Zc3dI/AAAAAAAADwo/nZweCCccdcE/s1600/snow%2Bsnow%2B024.JPG"><strong><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552370817903156690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TQ3711Zc3dI/AAAAAAAADwo/nZweCCccdcE/s400/snow%2Bsnow%2B024.JPG" /></strong></a><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong></strong></span></strong></strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>. . . SNOW . . .</strong><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">HAAAhaaaaharrrrr!!! Don't forget this square will ya? Be back with my Christmas message for everybloggie. Lickety Spit.<br /></span><br /><br /></span></strong></strong></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></strong></strong></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></strong></strong></span></span>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11534829354441811744noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840353415408535675.post-7323430393006814642010-10-31T18:09:00.022+00:002010-10-31T23:54:17.532+00:00THE WITCHING HOUR<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Yooo hooo Halloweeners! Xcuseeee while I do a spot of cooking as I'm barking to you. Got the midnight munchies. And come over all Jamie. That's Oliver to you. Yep. <em>Devilishly </em>hungry tonight. Need to get my nashers round something tasty. Lucky I've got a simply smashing Hooooowlloeeeen recipe to try out. Easy Peasy. Let's cook up a storm! </span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Sooper Spooky Soup.</span>
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<br />First up. Snag yourself a wheelie.</span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Young 'uns give the best flavour. Tender right to their metal bones. Add. Cloves. Cloves of garlic. Remember to season! Rosemary and a bay leaf will wheelie enhance his flavour. </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">
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<br />Crank up the blender. And maybe some music of the haunting kind to wet your whistle while while you work. </span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Now. Make sure you PUSH wheelie down good and proper into your old blender. Don't want lumps in your soup!</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Or spokes between your pointed pearlies when you slurp 'im later. Any of you of a SCREEEEEEEEAMISH nature......like my square bro' <span style="color:#33cc00;">Archie</span> can always knock wheelie out. </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Before turning him into liquid gold.</span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Corrrr. Get your mincies on this little lot. Looking wheelie nice 'eh? All proper pucker blended. (Crickey this chef thing's catching. I'm even yapping like Jamie) Next up.
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<br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Pop him in a pan. Or cauldron if you have one handy. Whatever. Heat that baby up. Giving him a good old stirring all the while. Luvvly jubbly. When it's piping hot. Slop into soup bowls. </span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Smell that everybloggie. Ground up sawdust. With a bit of warm wet wool on the side. And a hint of burnt out rubber. Who'd of guessed proper bonkers nose aroma's could be so tempting? Or there was a good use for pesky wheelies? You betcha I'm going to lap him all up. </span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Luverly. Simply dogalicious.</span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Wheelie dogalicious</em>. Almost as good as my flavourite Heinz Tomato Soup. Yappy Hoowwwwwloeeeeen everybloggie.<span style="color:#ff6600;"> Wooooooooohoooo haaaaaaa haaaaa!!!!!!! </span>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11534829354441811744noreply@blogger.com42tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840353415408535675.post-60291208080366002182010-10-22T22:00:00.004+01:002010-10-22T23:25:32.328+01:00A PROBLEM PAGE<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Dear Alpha Dog Agony Aunt.</span>
<br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Golly. Gosh. Never done this before. Have I the right doggie? HEEEEELLP MEEEEE. Got a problem. Of the terrier kind. Started so waggin' well and all.</span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">See. My pals Scruffy n Stan in A Merry Car got the Royal Mail Servants to bring me their parcel.</span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Was this wicked stuffie. Along with that stupid fur collar for Miss Enid. Who's going to PAY. Better believe it. Anyways. Those boyz barked the stuffie sorta reminded them of their flakie Lakie Sissy.</span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Yeah. A dead ringer.Super scary with one evil pie. On purple. </span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The purple peeper sent me well over my wires. Difficult to imagine of this mellow chap I know. Here's the proof. Then. Not sure what came over my square self. Usually. Just kill their silly squeeky voices. And let them stuffies stay intacto. But this one. Got it.</span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Take a good goosey gander Agony Aunty. Them stuffies insides is usually white. Right? This purple devil had......what I can only describe as...<span style="color:#cc33cc;">LACIE</span> COLOUR INNARDS. </span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">SEE THE LACKIENESS???? (GET IT? SEE THE LAKIENESS... LIKENESS ?????? OOOHH HAAAAAAAAAA. My little play on words. Even made myself laugh with that one) GOBS of Lackieness. Popped right out of her purpleness. Gulp.</span> </span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Reckon them PUFFS OF<span style="color:#cc33cc;"> LACIE</span> FLUFFF are the left overs from when Lacie had her secret LIP O BUTT ION operation on her big rear end??? (Not that it worked. P'haps you help her with that one Aunty) OR. Was it a Lacie lookielike devil? Which I've let loose. OOOO Heck. Hold up. Haven't clapped my pies on Lacie lately. Errr you don't think. She was stuffied in that little purple devil??? And I've done her in......</span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Do you? </span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Worried wags. From an anxious Eric. Waiting for your answer.</span>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11534829354441811744noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840353415408535675.post-32979786878350167412010-10-13T15:00:00.005+01:002010-10-13T16:21:07.236+01:00A WINTER WARDROBE<div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Posted by Mother Square while Eric's sleeping.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Miss Enid asked me to convey to you all "<em>her heartfelt felicitations</em>" and her most "<em>gracious apologies"</em> not to be here. And to make sure "<em>I beseech one and all not to tell Eric about this post. You know how he will extract his revenge on myself and my foster wheelie charges</em> " But oh my. Miss Enid wanted you to know she received her very own special parcel this week!! Kindly sent from one of her dearest Etiquette pupils, little Miss Lacie. Containing a couturier item from the House of Lamb (Butchy and Katie)!!! A wonderful REAL FOX FUR wrap to keep her old sawdust warm!!!!! She so feels the cold in her old metal bones.<br /></span><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TLTdlIRd4qI/AAAAAAAADsg/-yCnEtBvoEs/s1600/MISS+ENID%27S+WINTER+WARDROBE+009.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527286272636084898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TLTdlIRd4qI/AAAAAAAADsg/-yCnEtBvoEs/s400/MISS+ENID%27S+WINTER+WARDROBE+009.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TLVmwZep-1I/AAAAAAAADsw/nRYKNHsnV9E/s1600/MISS+ENID%27S+WINTER+WARDROBE+025.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527437099326372690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TLVmwZep-1I/AAAAAAAADsw/nRYKNHsnV9E/s400/MISS+ENID%27S+WINTER+WARDROBE+025.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TLTdFBRW6cI/AAAAAAAADsQ/IqeYi3ZgGvU/s1600/MISS+ENID%27S+WINTER+WARDROBE+036.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 326px; HEIGHT: 468px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527285721000765890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TLTdFBRW6cI/AAAAAAAADsQ/IqeYi3ZgGvU/s400/MISS+ENID%27S+WINTER+WARDROBE+036.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TLTdE9sO6FI/AAAAAAAADsI/5hI00rQYlJU/s1600/MISS+ENID%27S+WINTER+WARDROBE+073.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527285720039745618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TLTdE9sO6FI/AAAAAAAADsI/5hI00rQYlJU/s400/MISS+ENID%27S+WINTER+WARDROBE+073.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TLTdEdENjMI/AAAAAAAADsA/agUo1x_3u88/s1600/MISS+ENID%27S+WINTER+WARDROBE+029.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 352px; HEIGHT: 467px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527285711281949890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TLTdEdENjMI/AAAAAAAADsA/agUo1x_3u88/s400/MISS+ENID%27S+WINTER+WARDROBE+029.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TLVhwYsPLqI/AAAAAAAADso/n_U_yACeFbI/s1600/MISS+ENID%27S+WINTER+WARDROBE+028.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 442px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527431601556762274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TLVhwYsPLqI/AAAAAAAADso/n_U_yACeFbI/s400/MISS+ENID%27S+WINTER+WARDROBE+028.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TLTdEGYeVHI/AAAAAAAADr4/7GdUIBGiDD0/s1600/MISS+ENID%27S+WINTER+WARDROBE+063.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527285705192920178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TLTdEGYeVHI/AAAAAAAADr4/7GdUIBGiDD0/s400/MISS+ENID%27S+WINTER+WARDROBE+063.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TLTdDkyEe5I/AAAAAAAADrw/WjfxfFRhWmk/s1600/MISS+ENID%27S+WINTER+WARDROBE+062.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 461px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527285696173472658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TLTdDkyEe5I/AAAAAAAADrw/WjfxfFRhWmk/s400/MISS+ENID%27S+WINTER+WARDROBE+062.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Miss Enid's gradually recovering from her attack of the vapours. Such a shocking ordeal for an one so old. She's presently resting in a hideout. A very safe one. Eric was scolded and put in the naughty corner. Miss Enid however did ask me to convey "<em>Her fondest love and gratitude</em> " to Miss Lacie for her kind thoughtfulness. She said "<em>It was a wonderful surprise. I'm delighted dearest Lacie. My fox fur wrap is charming, and even, may I be so forward as to think, most becoming against my old furs. Your solicitous behaviour Lacie, is most commendable</em>." </span></div>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11534829354441811744noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840353415408535675.post-59635340506428719502010-10-01T13:00:00.002+01:002010-10-01T13:00:05.805+01:00THE PRACTISE SESSIONS<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Psst. Everybloggie. Been bursting to bark you my secret. New series of my favourite telly show start tonight. Wooohhhooooo!!! </span><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TKWFhw_kH_I/AAAAAAAADro/D33nWwaTFO0/s1600/strictly-10-f-cal-dan-01.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522967333173469170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TKWFhw_kH_I/AAAAAAAADro/D33nWwaTFO0/s400/strictly-10-f-cal-dan-01.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Strictly. Or. Dancing with the Stars for you over the big pee peeps. You'll never blogging believe what me and Ma have been up to this week. Go on!!! Guess???? PRACTISING!!!!That's what. Yep. We're taking part!!!!</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Bound to be Brucie's favourites . .</span> . .<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TKUVM2iWRII/AAAAAAAADrg/vNGyH5tcUdA/s1600/fox+trot.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522843828581975170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TKUVM2iWRII/AAAAAAAADrg/vNGyH5tcUdA/s400/fox+trot.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TKURU0YSaFI/AAAAAAAADrI/18htbAm6tSc/s1600/d+1.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522839567395350610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TKURU0YSaFI/AAAAAAAADrI/18htbAm6tSc/s400/d+1.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TKURFQ4lPwI/AAAAAAAADrA/0cBk6d694HU/s1600/d+b.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 286px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522839300169088770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TKURFQ4lPwI/AAAAAAAADrA/0cBk6d694HU/s400/d+b.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TKUREp6lykI/AAAAAAAADq4/gd04yVF0duA/s1600/d4.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522839289708530242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TKUREp6lykI/AAAAAAAADq4/gd04yVF0duA/s400/d4.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TKUREDa60sI/AAAAAAAADqw/JrriSpPKmvE/s1600/d+5.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522839279375143618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TKUREDa60sI/AAAAAAAADqw/JrriSpPKmvE/s400/d+5.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TKUQB4ZukOI/AAAAAAAADqI/H9_tbBrRh7Q/s1600/d+9.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522838142545989858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TKUQB4ZukOI/AAAAAAAADqI/H9_tbBrRh7Q/s400/d+9.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TKUQCT1gZaI/AAAAAAAADqQ/8EagrSywLuw/s1600/d+8.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522838149910259106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TKUQCT1gZaI/AAAAAAAADqQ/8EagrSywLuw/s400/d+8.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TKURDGNIemI/AAAAAAAADqg/k8ueAp3XS-k/s1600/d+6.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522839262942755426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TKURDGNIemI/AAAAAAAADqg/k8ueAp3XS-k/s400/d+6.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TKUQDCJjhVI/AAAAAAAADqY/cSqjQ7WZo-0/s1600/d+7.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522838162342380882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TKUQDCJjhVI/AAAAAAAADqY/cSqjQ7WZo-0/s400/d+7.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TKUQBOOpNWI/AAAAAAAADqA/xiM1q1bYGJk/s1600/d+10.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522838131225212258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TKUQBOOpNWI/AAAAAAAADqA/xiM1q1bYGJk/s400/d+10.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TKUTyjX5JjI/AAAAAAAADrQ/qfD2SM4tyWM/s1600/d+12.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522842277249623602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TKUTyjX5JjI/AAAAAAAADrQ/qfD2SM4tyWM/s400/d+12.jpg" /></a>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11534829354441811744noreply@blogger.com322tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840353415408535675.post-78565090368088017622010-09-26T18:00:00.005+01:002010-09-26T23:50:01.310+01:00DOG SPOTTING<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Woofing at ya everybloggie! Sorry for not sniffing around lately. Paws crossed I'll be back to normal in a couple of weeks. Aw shucks. Not the same not putting my peepers on your blogs. Sniff. Mommy Square's says it's been A Hard Day's Night. She's been working. Like A Dog. Haaa!! As if. Us doggies know the truth about that huh? </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Know what. Not even had time to bark 'bout my holiday. How I started each day with a quick fix of fresh grass. Don't you? Nothing like it. Man. N . Dog. Love n Peace.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TJ9Bn3E2sLI/AAAAAAAADpg/UrzRaiKgmN8/s1600/SUFFOLK+SEPT+2010+009.JPG"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521203821234532530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TJ9Bn3E2sLI/AAAAAAAADpg/UrzRaiKgmN8/s400/SUFFOLK+SEPT+2010+009.JPG" /></span></a><br /><br />Oh heck. Don't think I'm turning hippy. Do you? Anyways. Went to the seaside one day.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TJ8_EAxmHXI/AAAAAAAADpA/7YPliWY6jQI/s1600/SUFFOLK+SEPT+2010+034.JPG"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521201006339562866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TJ8_EAxmHXI/AAAAAAAADpA/7YPliWY6jQI/s400/SUFFOLK+SEPT+2010+034.JPG" /></span></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Lookie. Here's me. Gazing out over the Big Pee. Thinking of my <span style="color:#ff6666;">Pupcake</span>. And my pals. Now put your pies on these smashing beach huts. . .</span><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TJ88P5T1f6I/AAAAAAAADoI/mQkGJffCYng/s1600/SUFFOLK+SEPT+2010+026.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521197911959240610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TJ88P5T1f6I/AAAAAAAADoI/mQkGJffCYng/s400/SUFFOLK+SEPT+2010+026.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TJ88QKiwdJI/AAAAAAAADoQ/3G4RjSZRvZU/s1600/SUFFOLK+SEPT+2010+027.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521197916585227410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TJ88QKiwdJI/AAAAAAAADoQ/3G4RjSZRvZU/s400/SUFFOLK+SEPT+2010+027.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TJ9BmnbM_-I/AAAAAAAADpI/1Nx6DljnsaQ/s1600/SUFFOLK+SEPT+2010+029.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521203799853432802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TJ9BmnbM_-I/AAAAAAAADpI/1Nx6DljnsaQ/s400/SUFFOLK+SEPT+2010+029.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TJ8_CwJehSI/AAAAAAAADog/qmj2Cs951aA/s1600/SUFFOLK+SEPT+2010+022.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521200984696456482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TJ8_CwJehSI/AAAAAAAADog/qmj2Cs951aA/s400/SUFFOLK+SEPT+2010+022.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TJ9Bm_uBPDI/AAAAAAAADpQ/XKVK2MdH6fs/s1600/SUFFOLK+SEPT+2010+024.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521203806374804530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TJ9Bm_uBPDI/AAAAAAAADpQ/XKVK2MdH6fs/s400/SUFFOLK+SEPT+2010+024.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Haaa!! Proper perfect eh? </span><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TJ88QZgK53I/AAAAAAAADoY/eW6BPrfTi-o/s1600/SUFFOLK+SEPT+2010+007.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521197920600909682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TJ88QZgK53I/AAAAAAAADoY/eW6BPrfTi-o/s400/SUFFOLK+SEPT+2010+007.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Lookie what other dog stuff I spotted. <span style="color:#ffff00;">Dexter!! </span>The sly dog. Got his own brew!!! Mmm. Dogalicious. I downed one </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">too many lunchtime smoothies too. </span><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TJ9BnVu5rrI/AAAAAAAADpY/ZQo2GR5IHUE/s1600/SUFFOLK+SEPT+2010+045.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 332px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521203812284083890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TJ9BnVu5rrI/AAAAAAAADpY/ZQo2GR5IHUE/s400/SUFFOLK+SEPT+2010+045.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Made my square noddle spin. All round and a round. Worrisome. For one so square. </span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Even spotted a lookie likie.( No. He doesn't date Lacie.)</span><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TJ-DgbZF4bI/AAAAAAAADpw/e3F8o6FLod0/s1600/SUFFOLK+SEPT+2010+032.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521276261311570354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TJ-DgbZF4bI/AAAAAAAADpw/e3F8o6FLod0/s400/SUFFOLK+SEPT+2010+032.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Now need a quick bark out 'bout how Mom isn't the <em>only</em> one who's been busy this week. </span><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TJ82kCb6dlI/AAAAAAAADoA/DWUGVep4UGw/s1600/fashion+week+newspaper.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521191660936656466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TJ82kCb6dlI/AAAAAAAADoA/DWUGVep4UGw/s400/fashion+week+newspaper.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Me and nephew Bertie been pretty wired too. (You can bigify the paper).Well. Got to skeeedaddle. Holes to dig. Be back soon. </span></span>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11534829354441811744noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840353415408535675.post-8871182714184740842010-09-13T10:00:00.000+01:002010-09-13T19:45:16.210+01:00REMEMBERING MICA ON HIS MONDAY<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Bloggies. Seems only right. Proper. To remember Mica </span><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TI3yNbbRsmI/AAAAAAAADn4/p3R0oTL8m8w/s1600/BIG+APPLE+2009+120.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516331431113110114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TI3yNbbRsmI/AAAAAAAADn4/p3R0oTL8m8w/s400/BIG+APPLE+2009+120.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">my BFF <span style="color:#ff0000;">Petey's </span>cat bro on his special day. He quietly left<span style="color:#ff0000;"> Petey</span> and his Mom last week to stalk on clouds. Bat and box with them invisibles in the air only a kittie can see. And catch as many miceses as he can over Rainbow Bridge.</span><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TIv8v8-FunI/AAAAAAAADnY/g1QGEiOhN0U/s1600/New+York+1+270.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515780069395905138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TIv8v8-FunI/AAAAAAAADnY/g1QGEiOhN0U/s400/New+York+1+270.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Lookie. He did that ... <em>yaaaaawn......who do you think you're kidding with a stupid stuffie? who's not worthy of even a glance and is wasting my precious time ....... can't you see the do not disturb sign over my head?....let me sleeeeep...</em> thingie when he met Little Eric. And he suffered him not once! Nope. Two years running!!! Haaaaa!!!</span><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TIv8w6VIo5I/AAAAAAAADng/G2uKt8RBMFI/s1600/New+York+1+289.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515780085867127698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TIv8w6VIo5I/AAAAAAAADng/G2uKt8RBMFI/s400/New+York+1+289.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Didn't mind. He was such a sweet, loving boy. Handsome too eh? With his coat of molten chocolate silk. And matching velvet nose and paws. Quite the masterpiece.</span><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TIv8yDvAg9I/AAAAAAAADno/yD8-WXRnFhc/s1600/BIG+APPLE+2009+077.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 296px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515780105571435474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TIv8yDvAg9I/AAAAAAAADno/yD8-WXRnFhc/s400/BIG+APPLE+2009+077.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Here he is getting some special caring lovies with his Mom. They'll be missing each other. Big time. So. I'm sending squillions of Eric Square Love to Petey and his Mom. </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">But know what I heard? Meantime. Mica is keeping his Grandma's welcoming lap warm while he waits. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Was wagging me and the Squares got to meet you sweet Mica. Until we meet again. Keep walking on the clouds. </span>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11534829354441811744noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840353415408535675.post-842449960981996092010-08-23T23:00:00.006+01:002010-08-24T16:57:22.462+01:00CONTENTS OF THE FRIDGE<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hey everybloggie! Want to guess what's a lurking in my fridge? </span><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/THI6dlAk0II/AAAAAAAADmg/W77WgnRilYU/s1600/LAST+LOT+OF+FELTIES+107.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 286px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508529574052679810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/THI6dlAk0II/AAAAAAAADmg/W77WgnRilYU/s400/LAST+LOT+OF+FELTIES+107.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Nope .Wasn't my carrot.</span><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/THIjxUQbMCI/AAAAAAAADlw/gHBBfPQje0Y/s1600/LAST+LOT+OF+FELTIES+116.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508504624385699874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/THIjxUQbMCI/AAAAAAAADlw/gHBBfPQje0Y/s400/LAST+LOT+OF+FELTIES+116.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Nothing to do with wine bottles either. </span><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/THLhNz9777I/AAAAAAAADmo/_j061sASHTg/s1600/FOSTER+WHEELIE+TERROR+019.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508712921632075698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/THLhNz9777I/AAAAAAAADmo/_j061sASHTg/s400/FOSTER+WHEELIE+TERROR+019.JPG" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/THIjxUQbMCI/AAAAAAAADlw/gHBBfPQje0Y/s1600/LAST+LOT+OF+FELTIES+116.JPG"></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">They belong to Wino Kittie. </span><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/THLiMhd4jvI/AAAAAAAADmw/uv6SmHFlxIM/s1600/LAST+LOT+OF+FELTIES+119.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508713998997556978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/THLiMhd4jvI/AAAAAAAADmw/uv6SmHFlxIM/s400/LAST+LOT+OF+FELTIES+119.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It's this box. Got my name on it. Writ large. </span><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/THImdoFeBVI/AAAAAAAADmA/54goF8iQHAg/s1600/LAST+LOT+OF+FELTIES+113.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 316px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508507584645956946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/THImdoFeBVI/AAAAAAAADmA/54goF8iQHAg/s400/LAST+LOT+OF+FELTIES+113.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ram jammed with poking sticks for my allergies. Put your peepers on that bottle. S'possedly. Stuffed with some of them things that make me Itchy. And more than a little Scratchy. Squillions of Grasses. Trees. Weeds. Not forgetting Wino Kittie. Amazing eh? How they squish that lot into a little bottle. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Mom has to inject me with a loading dose every 2 weeks. Trying for 6 months but might be for way way longer. And way more ££££. Way too sooon to tell if they are helping yet either. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Mom worried her square head off about giving me injections. But compared to the horror of what could happen to me AFTER the stick poking she says they're a breeze. Cos if I react badly. Gulp. My throat would swell. Our Dermo Doctor told the leggeds they have a 20 minute window. Yikes. Let's not go there. She told us. Mom must only inject me when she knows can get to our vet in 10 minutes. (form Square doh House to the vets takes well under 5 mins,no worries). And when it's surgery time and the vets are on duty. Afterwards. Mom's got to keep her mincies on me for at least an hour. Lucky her eh? Woohoooo!!! Love that hour!!!! Full on attention. For me. Me. And only Me. Don't care about the injections. Not one little bit. Even wound my wigger wagger up last time that box came out of the fridge. Mmmmmm....treats. </span><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/THI4MjAMHvI/AAAAAAAADmY/FA3_-cpMIKI/s1600/FOSTER+WHEELIE+TERROR+027.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508527082433158898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/THI4MjAMHvI/AAAAAAAADmY/FA3_-cpMIKI/s400/FOSTER+WHEELIE+TERROR+027.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Haaaa!!!! Lookie. Fooled the Wino Kittie into feline sorry for me. Shared one of his bottles</span>.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/THLtoCnc7qI/AAAAAAAADnQ/NKflvJkhs4s/s1600/socks+2+001.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508726566380433058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/THLtoCnc7qI/AAAAAAAADnQ/NKflvJkhs4s/s400/socks+2+001.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Don't feel bad for me either. Them poking sticks. Aren't half as bad </span><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/THLrPtcoT8I/AAAAAAAADnI/yl0JiC5adHI/s1600/027.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508723949357780930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/THLrPtcoT8I/AAAAAAAADnI/yl0JiC5adHI/s400/027.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">as having to wear baby socks. Hey. You!! Yes YOU!!! Stop sniggering. S'not funny. . . </span><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11534829354441811744noreply@blogger.com37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840353415408535675.post-27056731706633665142010-08-08T12:00:00.010+01:002010-08-08T12:57:10.174+01:00FLAT OUT IN THE COTSWOLDS<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Barking big apologies everybloggie. Been a bit like <span style="color:#993399;">Lacie</span>. All behind. Haaaaaa!!!(in visiting) Haven't even barked about how my incredible shrinking self, Little Eric, escorted two flat girlies to the Cotswolds for a bit of a break. Did my best to show them A Merry Can Girlies all things Great about Britain. </span><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TF3VWraZHDI/AAAAAAAADiQ/c_8AiE_TioM/s1600/COTSWOLDS+062.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502788905303874610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TF3VWraZHDI/AAAAAAAADiQ/c_8AiE_TioM/s400/COTSWOLDS+062.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And Rightly Royal. But that <span style="color:#993399;">Lacie</span>. Before I finished barking the second chorus of Rule Britannia . . .</span><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TF3WURHgevI/AAAAAAAADiw/59cGwEKutDw/s1600/COTSWOLDS+064.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502789963397233394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TF3WURHgevI/AAAAAAAADiw/59cGwEKutDw/s400/COTSWOLDS+064.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">she was like a rash over these two local dude Door Stops. Arranging a Double Door date for herself and <span style="color:#ff6600;">Asta</span>. Serve <span style="color:#993399;">Lacie </span>right if she's eventually left on that shelf ...ooooo haaaaaaaaaa!!!!. On the other paw. <span style="color:#ff6600;">Asta</span> the sweet pea. Could hardy contain hew disbelief </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">when she saw the lights on Broadway (in the Cotswolds). </span><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TF6LmcAonzI/AAAAAAAADlQ/DQ0fzK_JfbY/s1600/COTSWOLDS+078.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 325px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502989287163469618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TF6LmcAonzI/AAAAAAAADlQ/DQ0fzK_JfbY/s400/COTSWOLDS+078.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">See it? That one street light on the right. Our Broadway is something to bark about too. One of the most beautiful villages in this old England. </span><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TF6ILoHs45I/AAAAAAAADk4/oZs9G3epyxM/s1600/broadway_cotswolds.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502985528022983570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TF6ILoHs45I/AAAAAAAADk4/oZs9G3epyxM/s400/broadway_cotswolds.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">With it's long grass lined street . . .<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TF6IMrkG8hI/AAAAAAAADlI/1n5zaU7iYTw/s1600/COTSWOLDS+048.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502985546127307282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TF6IMrkG8hI/AAAAAAAADlI/1n5zaU7iYTw/s400/COTSWOLDS+048.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">stuffed full of 16th Century limestone buildings and delicious honey coloured Cotswold stone houses . . . </span><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TF3fpEgV9iI/AAAAAAAADj4/cX3UtExBDoQ/s1600/COTSWOLDS+083.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502800216393643554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TF3fpEgV9iI/AAAAAAAADj4/cX3UtExBDoQ/s400/COTSWOLDS+083.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TF3h4BzNI9I/AAAAAAAADkI/xNwaV34kl9M/s1600/COTSWOLDS+047.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502802672388744146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TF3h4BzNI9I/AAAAAAAADkI/xNwaV34kl9M/s400/COTSWOLDS+047.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TF6P8sgwMeI/AAAAAAAADlg/ANwy1_BPoNE/s1600/COTSWOLDS+071.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 336px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502994067596784098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TF6P8sgwMeI/AAAAAAAADlg/ANwy1_BPoNE/s400/COTSWOLDS+071.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">with higgedlypiggedly, rough and tumble dry stone walls . . .<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TF3ZZo7X2GI/AAAAAAAADjA/wAMtSAxTX7c/s1600/COTSWOLDS+059.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502793354223016034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TF3ZZo7X2GI/AAAAAAAADjA/wAMtSAxTX7c/s400/COTSWOLDS+059.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and every garden flaunting manicured topiary trimmings . . .</span><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TF3ZbWxmu5I/AAAAAAAADjY/LtTfD_dpSM4/s1600/COTSWOLDS+085.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502793383709948818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TF3ZbWxmu5I/AAAAAAAADjY/LtTfD_dpSM4/s400/COTSWOLDS+085.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and properly perfect . . .</span><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TF3l2z6ifwI/AAAAAAAADkg/cKhjOq4Pj7E/s1600/COTSWOLDS+055.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 316px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502807049528049410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TF3l2z6ifwI/AAAAAAAADkg/cKhjOq4Pj7E/s400/COTSWOLDS+055.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">garden statues . . . </span><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TF3ZaBA81pI/AAAAAAAADjI/sz6U3-ZwF8k/s1600/COTSWOLDS+057.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502793360688862866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TF3ZaBA81pI/AAAAAAAADjI/sz6U3-ZwF8k/s400/COTSWOLDS+057.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Let alone quaint Shopeee's. Took them flats for a smoothie or few down the local pubs too.</span>.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TF6Lm1UqROI/AAAAAAAADlY/7ODeZESslpo/s1600/COTSWOLDS+053.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502989293958350050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TF6Lm1UqROI/AAAAAAAADlY/7ODeZESslpo/s400/COTSWOLDS+053.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Raised a glass in this one for my hound dog sweetie <span style="color:#ff0000;">Toffee </span>pupcake . . .<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TF3VWys0oDI/AAAAAAAADiY/UBi30EI6YFA/s1600/COTSWOLDS+103.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502788907260223538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TF3VWys0oDI/AAAAAAAADiY/UBi30EI6YFA/s400/COTSWOLDS+103.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And in this one could hardly believe their mince pies!!! That date IS 947!!!! And Yep. The door. A tree trunk all unshaped at the front.</span><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TF3VXp6qf0I/AAAAAAAADig/CstO9eRhvKU/s1600/COTSWOLDS+104.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 269px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502788922082230082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TF3VXp6qf0I/AAAAAAAADig/CstO9eRhvKU/s400/COTSWOLDS+104.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Course. Mom dragged us along to one of her flavourite <a href="http://www.daylesfordorganic.com/page/home/">places</a> . . .</span><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TF3foZ5dOpI/AAAAAAAADjo/M4xbsbDCumQ/s1600/COTSWOLDS+095.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502800204956252818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TF3foZ5dOpI/AAAAAAAADjo/M4xbsbDCumQ/s400/COTSWOLDS+095.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">for a spot of tea. Shopping too in the pretty converted barns . . .</span><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TF3fo1s5EfI/AAAAAAAADjw/yNrLo1hJnIY/s1600/COTSWOLDS+089.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502800212419744242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TF3fo1s5EfI/AAAAAAAADjw/yNrLo1hJnIY/s400/COTSWOLDS+089.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TF3VYCREVdI/AAAAAAAADio/1D-3hhtKqtA/s1600/COTSWOLDS+102.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 351px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502788928618649042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TF3VYCREVdI/AAAAAAAADio/1D-3hhtKqtA/s400/COTSWOLDS+102.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Teeehee!!! Not that we three . . . </span><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TF3fn4HNLeI/AAAAAAAADjg/ium7G7SFeO8/s1600/COTSWOLDS+092.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502800195887115746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TF3fn4HNLeI/AAAAAAAADjg/ium7G7SFeO8/s400/COTSWOLDS+092.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">or my pal <span style="color:#33cc00;">Dexter </span>and his wirey still life lookielike were allowed inside. </span><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TF3h4h7MZKI/AAAAAAAADkQ/4rhA2EJcGVY/s1600/COTSWOLDS+079.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 317px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502802681012184226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TF3h4h7MZKI/AAAAAAAADkQ/4rhA2EJcGVY/s400/COTSWOLDS+079.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Course. Me and the flat girlies did think of everybloggie. But. Before my little square self scoots. Let's dispel a myth once and for all. Despite <span style="color:#ff6600;">Asta</span> weawing her waincoat. Everywhere we went. Didn't rain once!!! </span></div></span></span></span>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11534829354441811744noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840353415408535675.post-15363022798193477982010-07-20T17:30:00.012+01:002010-07-20T23:21:32.016+01:00ALL THE P'S. PAW POWER & PICKING<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hey ho bloggies. Been doing a lot of this for the past few days. Xpect you have too.<br /></span><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TEW-B8aqOPI/AAAAAAAADh0/g1lrSP0ZUo4/s1600/192.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496007860882651378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TEW-B8aqOPI/AAAAAAAADh0/g1lrSP0ZUo4/s400/192.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Putting paws together. To get our Paw Power working for <a href="http://holyterriers.blogspot.com/">Scruffy, Lacie and Stan's </a>poorly Dadsie. Yay! It's working!! He's getting better!! Isn't that wagging? Paws crossed he'll be fit and back home with <a href="http://holyterriers.blogspot.com/">Mumsie and them Holy Terriers </a>sooner than soon. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Squares are planning a little treat for Flat Lacie and her BFF Flat Asta. A well deserved holiday once they've finished their next nursing shift!!! My Shrinking Self will be tagging along too. So 'xcuse me if I'm not around for a week or so to comment. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">But before I scoot. Remember I went with the Squares to inspect the blossom on our Rent a Cherry Tree? That clever blossom turned itself into copious amounts of cherries!!! Want a looksee?<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TEHDlIImlFI/AAAAAAAADhc/qFeRT_UaeOk/s1600/CHERRY+PICKING+015.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494888062974858322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TEHDlIImlFI/AAAAAAAADhc/qFeRT_UaeOk/s400/CHERRY+PICKING+015.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Cherries ripe. Ready for plucking.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TEHDjSeep8I/AAAAAAAADhE/dBoNZnEU5i0/s1600/CHERRY+PICKING+016.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494888031391229890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TEHDjSeep8I/AAAAAAAADhE/dBoNZnEU5i0/s400/CHERRY+PICKING+016.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hanging from the branches like big old bunches of grapes. </span><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TEHDkcsbpII/AAAAAAAADhU/E9qy52YXB88/s1600/CHERRY+PICKING+041.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 373px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494888051313976450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TEHDkcsbpII/AAAAAAAADhU/E9qy52YXB88/s400/CHERRY+PICKING+041.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I kept look out. While the Squares. Picked. And picked. And picked. Then picked some more. </span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TEHDjpzPX5I/AAAAAAAADhM/lCldAdzNasM/s1600/CHERRY+PICKING+027.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494888037652324242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TEHDjpzPX5I/AAAAAAAADhM/lCldAdzNasM/s400/CHERRY+PICKING+027.JPG" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TEHDkcsbpII/AAAAAAAADhU/E9qy52YXB88/s1600/CHERRY+PICKING+041.JPG"></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Did quality control inspections. Sniffed perfect. Did tasting too when the Squares weren't looking. Mmmm. Tasty. Something bout stolen fruit being doubly dogalicious . . . </span><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TEHoUTsoLnI/AAAAAAAADhk/WNjKm5FmNPE/s1600/CHERRY+PICKING+026.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 315px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494928455951199858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TEHoUTsoLnI/AAAAAAAADhk/WNjKm5FmNPE/s400/CHERRY+PICKING+026.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Back at Square Dog house watched them cherries getting stoned out of their minds. Made into jams. Preserved and popped into a kirsch or chocolate syrup. Adding flavour to vodka. Watched big bulging bagfuls being crammed into our freezer. Sheese. I'd show you the fruit of our labours but stupid Blogger doesn't want to load any more pics of cherries. Bit like Mom. <em>Who never wants to see another cherry. Ever. After picking and cooking 55lbs of them from our one tree!!!</em> Silly Square. Can't think why. Only looked like a little snackette to me. </span></span></span></span>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11534829354441811744noreply@blogger.com33tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840353415408535675.post-50210470485744348342010-07-05T13:00:00.004+01:002010-07-05T15:12:59.837+01:00ANSWER TO A QUESTION<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Bloggies. Yesterday. Or was it the day before? Whatever. There I was perusing my nephew<a href="http://bouncingbertie.blogspot.com/"> Bouncing Bertie's </a>Blog. </span><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TDCAAz9xAeI/AAAAAAAADgs/xf3CVKWQFWs/s1600/IMG_3657.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 311px; HEIGHT: 345px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490028697202262498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TDCAAz9xAeI/AAAAAAAADgs/xf3CVKWQFWs/s400/IMG_3657.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ahhhh. Here's my boy. Testing out his new found bouncy skills. I'm proper proud of him. Isn't his Boing Diddy Boinging coming on a treat? But as I was barking. I happened to cast my mincies on this perplexing comment from the dear <a href="http://marthabasset.blogspot.com/">Martha and Bailey</a> on <a href="http://bouncingbertie.blogspot.com/">Bertie's blog</a>.....</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">"We met a WFT the other night on our walk - first time ever- and no camera!!!! Well the human was so excited, was it Bertie, Eric, Asta, Jake or Fergi? Sadly it was no dog we knew but we must say it was an eye opener - do you WFT's have springs?"</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Doh. They don't <em>know</em>? I don't like to boast. But Bassets. We foxy doggies. Ok. Probably a certain <a href="http://holyterriers.blogspot.com/">Miss-Wired Lakie</a> and maybe my new welshie pal (get your wig on a wagger and meet him) <a href="http://georgethelad.blogspot.com/">George</a> , who's a bit of a lad like me, can too. Yep. We can go from standing horizontal to standing vertical. Quick as a wink. Lookie. Haaa! We're almost too fast for the camera.</span><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TDBziJ6jN1I/AAAAAAAADgU/MOj_O1YOJ0Y/s1600/Ranmoor+Common+022.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 335px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490014976378877778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TDBziJ6jN1I/AAAAAAAADgU/MOj_O1YOJ0Y/s400/Ranmoor+Common+022.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Like so. Surprising. I'm a mere flash of my normal square self. Weird eh? How some of myself arrives before the rest me. Certainly surprised that pesky wheelie. Thank dog he's now living a life in purple with<a href="http://holyterriers.blogspot.com/"> Miss-Wired Lacie</a>. Hardehaha! He deserved it.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TDB1CZoxWnI/AAAAAAAADgk/ltdCZsRiYC8/s1600/light+box+118.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490016629866715762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TDB1CZoxWnI/AAAAAAAADgk/ltdCZsRiYC8/s400/light+box+118.JPG" /></a></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a href="http://marthabasset.blogspot.com/">Wee Bassets</a>. We also like to dance and prance on our back leggeds. As often as possible. <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Don't we fellow foxies? I'm trying to teach Mom the fine art of a fox trot. You can probably tell from the sad choice of her <a href="http://www.joulesclothing.com/">wellibob footie wear </a>and clumsy tootsie placement, I have a life long job ahead of me. Not that I'm complaining. I'm rather partial to standing on my own back two feet. </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TDEEwOOEqZI/AAAAAAAADg0/QXqacI81BvI/s1600/SELFRIDGES+DEC+036.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 286px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490174647238699410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TDEEwOOEqZI/AAAAAAAADg0/QXqacI81BvI/s400/SELFRIDGES+DEC+036.JPG" /></a></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Then Bassets. Looksee. Here's me. Unleashing my coiled wire back leggeds. To reach the normally unreachable. And you ask dear ladies. Do we WFT's have springs? <em><strong>Haaahaaa!!!!! OF COURSE WE DO!!!</strong></em> With our wired internal springing we go from ground to airborne in a nano second. </span><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TDBqrw81BQI/AAAAAAAADgE/WPfxRjbba84/s1600/Freddie+008.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490005245871588610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TDBqrw81BQI/AAAAAAAADgE/WPfxRjbba84/s400/Freddie+008.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">As detailed in this slow motion demonstration by my super springing self. Weeeee...!!!!! There I go. See me springing??? Boing. Boing. Boing. Straight. Up! Up! Up! Do hope that answers your question sufficiently dearest <a href="http://marthabasset.blogspot.com/">Martha and Bailey</a>.</span></span>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11534829354441811744noreply@blogger.com277tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840353415408535675.post-74357601692403505152010-06-27T19:00:00.005+01:002010-06-27T20:51:10.969+01:00OUT AND ABOUT AND AT HOME<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Want to take a trip to Cool Britannia? Cool as in hip. With a bit of hop. Down Hoxton and Shoreditch way. Uber trendy east London with a bit of edge. Went there the other day when Daddy Square was doing a spot of business. After. The Squares decided it was the perfect shopportunity to take a stroll down Columbia Road. It's a street where you can actually park! For free! Rammed full of individual shops. With a strong whiff of nostalgia in the air and not a chain store in sight. Interesting shops. Galleries. A Perfumier. Vintage stuff. Flower Market on Sundays. A tea shop called Treacle. Dishing up cups of builder's tea alongside a wodge of scrummy cake. Then. This Cafe. Which has <em>nothing </em>to do with me.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TCTNbLjmQAI/AAAAAAAADfs/5OUahrUF6bY/s1600/fleapit.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486736112886366210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TCTNbLjmQAI/AAAAAAAADfs/5OUahrUF6bY/s400/fleapit.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Well.I was innocently taking my wig on a swagger when we came to this cutsie Olde Fashioned Sweet Shop.<br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TCTBkyb8X4I/AAAAAAAADe8/144SnlDySik/s1600/006.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486723083802533762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TCTBkyb8X4I/AAAAAAAADe8/144SnlDySik/s400/006.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Both squares ooooed over every sort of sweetie they hadn't seen for donkeys. Sadly <em>not </em>at Olde Fashioned prices. </span><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TCYyIQ8DeuI/AAAAAAAADf0/IAQwr2x58fs/s1600/4.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 402px; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487128313564723938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TCYyIQ8DeuI/AAAAAAAADf0/IAQwr2x58fs/s400/4.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">You can look at all the lip licking delectables on their web site. Here.<a href="http://www.suckandchew.co.uk/"> Suck and Chew</a>. Anyways. As I was yapping. W</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">as just fox trotting past. When.</span><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TCTBlITjATI/AAAAAAAADfE/uiHDQUP8r0c/s1600/004.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486723089672896818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TCTBlITjATI/AAAAAAAADfE/uiHDQUP8r0c/s400/004.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Got me a glimpse of something <em>wheelie disturbing</em> out the corner of my pies. </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">NOOOOOOOO!!! Not one! Not two!! But three!!! </span><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TCTBlh8GWRI/AAAAAAAADfM/FpXfxZYrhJY/s1600/005.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486723096553871634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TCTBlh8GWRI/AAAAAAAADfM/FpXfxZYrhJY/s400/005.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Three of them pesky wheelies in the shop!!! Those foxy impostors are back at it. Plotting how to take over us doggies blogs!!! How the <em>dickens </em>do they manage to roll themselves into such unusual places? Sent Mom in to investigate lickety spit. Mr Suck n Chew invited me inside too. Said would I like to have my photo taken along side the wheelies? Seeing how I was the real thing. Haaaa!!!! Sit beside them? <em>Not on your nelly</em>. </span><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TCTB-ccq5xI/AAAAAAAADfk/fUdDyBkgijw/s1600/008+BLACK+WHITE.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486723524576601874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TCTB-ccq5xI/AAAAAAAADfk/fUdDyBkgijw/s400/008+BLACK+WHITE.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">More like spill their sawdust. (Xcuse that photo. Something to do with me being on a sugar rush made Mom take the photo on the wrong setting.) Barked them my warning. No plotting!!! Get off us doggies blogs!!! Course. They couldn't bark a word back. What with their gobs being crammed full of Highland Toffee. Sherbet Pips. Pineapple Chunks. Parma Violets. Dib Dabs. Humbugs. Dolly Mixtures. Sherbet Fountains. Aniseed Balls. Plus probably more than one Gob Stopper. </span><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TCTBlwnmDpI/AAAAAAAADfU/blP0un9cRyw/s1600/009.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486723100494401170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TCTBlwnmDpI/AAAAAAAADfU/blP0un9cRyw/s400/009.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Silly Squares dragged me back outside. Something to do with my bad wiring. Mom said it was smashing shop. Turns out Mr Suck and Chew was a real sweetie too. He told two kids who hadn't got enough money to pay for the sweets they wanted, it didn't matter, just give him what money they had!!!! She said that was wheelie very wagging. Which bloggies is more than I was. Seeing those wheelies plotting. Apparently. Lots of shoppers want to take them home. Imagine! Thank dog we didn't, we've more than enough of our own. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Couple of days later we were sitting downstairs and heard the biggest loudest ever ever ever CRASH. BANG. WALLOP. Overhead. Jeepers. We nearly all qualified for my pal Jo Stains award. Know what that noise was? Four long shelves full of of books, plus a couple of Mom's boxes of jewellery and framed photo's which float on a wall in kitties bedroom, suddenly decide to part company with the wall. And float down just like that. Been there for years too. Like a domino effect the shelves,books and all crashed down to the floor. Now. Guess who lives on the floor directly below the shelves? OOOOOO Haaaaa!!! YES!!! My pesky wheelies!!!! This is a photo of how one of the shelves landed. Course there was books and stuff all higgedly piggledy on that shelf too but Mom removed it all before taking the photo.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TCd6xbAeUnI/AAAAAAAADf8/iJG_ZGYaeQY/s1600/004.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487489660456161906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TCd6xbAeUnI/AAAAAAAADf8/iJG_ZGYaeQY/s400/004.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Not a single thing landed on them pesky wheelies. Well <em>maybe</em> that shelf biffed Miss Enid on her nose as it fell. That's all. Bark about a charmed life. Not even a punctured wheel between them. But Mom is missing a diamond ear thingy. Thinks it must have gone down a crack in the olde floorboards. Course. I keep yapping to Miss Enid has she seen it but all of a sudden she's gone a bit deaf. Haaa! Funny that. </span></span></span></span>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11534829354441811744noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840353415408535675.post-32307256078782299222010-06-13T14:00:00.009+01:002010-06-14T14:22:49.084+01:00PETS IN THE CITY EPISODE 8<div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;">PETS IN THE CITY </span><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;">SHOT ON LOCATION IN SQUARE DOG KITCHEN</span><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">STARRING ERIC</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />GUEST APPEARANCE<br />OTIS KITTIE BRO'</span><br /></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Haaa!!! Look at me everybloggie. On a perfect S-I-T. At the same time as A don't-you-dare-move-a-muscle-stay-right-where-you-are-do-you hear-me S-T-A-Y.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TBN9BJe2eUI/AAAAAAAADek/qaUk4c52Cpg/s1600/light+box+009.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481862630118684994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TBN9BJe2eUI/AAAAAAAADek/qaUk4c52Cpg/s400/light+box+009.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Can't think why. Been busy busy chop chop. Went out and about earlier this week. Took my wig on a wagger to the local flea pit. Which was showing this latest release.</span></div><p align="left"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TBN9SICGPQI/AAAAAAAADes/nW5zHrslXJ0/s1600/PETS+IN+THE+CITY.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 329px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481862921787424002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TBN9SICGPQI/AAAAAAAADes/nW5zHrslXJ0/s400/PETS+IN+THE+CITY.jpg" /></a><br /></p><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Yawn. Some sort of chickflick. Hmmm. Aren't those chicks in the flick sort of <em>familiar?</em> That Lacie looking flaming gorgeous with red furs? Diva Sophie all sultry? And Asta? Adorable! Khyra? Khool for skhool. Nah. Can't be. Paws aren't made for walking in Man O Lo's. Know what though? The cheeky girlies stole my title for their movie. Everybloggie knows Pets in the City is my title when I blog about </span><span style="font-family:Courier New;">me and Otis. Would you believe it. Right on cue. He's rocked up.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"><em>"Holy Mackerel!! Errrric. Wherrrre you beenski?"</em> That's how he mews. In Cossakski. Silly Blue kittie. From Rrrrrrussia With Not Much Love.</span></div><div align="left"><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TBN9AgwlMRI/AAAAAAAADec/ICyhf33Mp2A/s1600/light+box+003.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481862619187196178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TBN9AgwlMRI/AAAAAAAADec/ICyhf33Mp2A/s400/light+box+003.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"><em></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"><em></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"><em></em></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"><em>"Verrrry interesting Errrric. Walked in the woods? The parrrrk? Gone to the dogs? Teehee! Oye. I give upski. I cannot tellski. You know I see only the future. Never the past"</em></span><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TBN69wCxySI/AAAAAAAADd8/mb7gez2UNN4/s1600/light+box+007.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481860372727187746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TBN69wCxySI/AAAAAAAADd8/mb7gez2UNN4/s400/light+box+007.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"><em>I can see yours for you Errrrric. Firstski. I need to lookski deep into yourrrrr eyes. . .</em> ." </span><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TBN6-AQCXLI/AAAAAAAADeE/8_EagB1Xcss/s1600/light+box+005.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481860377077767346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TBN6-AQCXLI/AAAAAAAADeE/8_EagB1Xcss/s400/light+box+005.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Purr that again Pushkin. Closer to my ear 'ole. What do you see? Love? Marriage? Money? Food for Free? </span>" <em><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Nothink of the sortski Errrrrric. You want me to showski you yourrrrrrr future?"</span></em><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;">.</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></em></div><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;">.</span></em></div><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;">.</span></em> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><div align="left"><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TBN69Pqs8qI/AAAAAAAADds/9puO8ZSw1SI/s1600/light+box+012.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481860364036272802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TBN69Pqs8qI/AAAAAAAADds/9puO8ZSw1SI/s400/light+box+012.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">S'pose he thinks that's funny. </span></div></div></div>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11534829354441811744noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840353415408535675.post-4330600916447656682010-06-05T16:00:00.003+01:002010-06-05T16:53:46.497+01:00THE INVADER<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Bloggies. Had an unexpected visitor to Square Dog Garden the other day. A fox on my hot shed roof. Bold as brass a-snoozing in the afternoon sun. Course. I barked my head off at him.</span><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TApPihKsgmI/AAAAAAAADc8/WdGuKi9PFMw/s1600/157.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479279351087006306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TApPihKsgmI/AAAAAAAADc8/WdGuKi9PFMw/s400/157.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Did he give a fig? No. Give a care? Nope. Not a trot.</span><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TApPiOxF2EI/AAAAAAAADc0/IVfqEfiT6fU/s1600/woke.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479279346147776578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TApPiOxF2EI/AAAAAAAADc0/IVfqEfiT6fU/s400/woke.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">No manners either that street talking fox. </span><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TApQ1JTHJrI/AAAAAAAADdE/UaW15-JiXPM/s1600/copy.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479280770608998066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TApQ1JTHJrI/AAAAAAAADdE/UaW15-JiXPM/s400/copy.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Cheek of it! My fine wiry self an impostor?! </span><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TApPhkCKxII/AAAAAAAADcs/blFEDMco5Hs/s1600/out+foxes.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479279334676677762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TApPhkCKxII/AAAAAAAADcs/blFEDMco5Hs/s400/out+foxes.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Barked right back at him " Yeah. We'll see who's what" Heck. Had a mouth on him that one. Along with terrierfying teeth. Strangely. Very similar to mine.</span><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TApPhVXiNMI/AAAAAAAADck/9LMGcg1-nio/s1600/snoozin.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479279330739762370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TApPhVXiNMI/AAAAAAAADck/9LMGcg1-nio/s400/snoozin.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TApPg4IbmUI/AAAAAAAADcc/USq-yT35Nes/s1600/162.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479279322891786562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rLL2z27GlY/TApPg4IbmUI/AAAAAAAADcc/USq-yT35Nes/s400/162.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Can you believe it? Oh. The shame. Squares only went and dragged me back from my window sentry post. Blabbing how his bite could be worse than his bark.Or mine. Just when I was in full flow telling him how my foxy self was WIRED. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Mr. Fox sunbathed and snoozed the afternoon away. Seen him since then too. Strolling along my shed roof as if he owned it. Though bloggies. Got to admire his clever camouflage. Crafty eh? Sort of handsome too in his non doggy way. Xpect <span style="color:#cc33cc;">Lacie </span>will be asking me for his phone number any day now.</span>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11534829354441811744noreply@blogger.com34