A Square Dogs Blog

CHRISTMAZ DECORATIONZ

2011-12-17T18:30:00.005Z

Ho ho ho! Haz everybloggie been good? Oui? Long time no zee. Oui.It really IZ me! Santa Pawz!

St.Nicholaz. I'm having ze kittens over ze Squarez choice of Chrizmaz decorationz. Now. Ici. Zee theze Chrizmaz baubliez....

O.La.La.Loveleezee. Zen. There iz zere pathetic Chrizmaz tree. Hehee!! Saved only by a square woofzee hanging at ze very tippy top.

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!!!!!!!!!

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.

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?

OUT AND ABOUT IN PARIS AND LONDON

2011-10-17T19:00:00.007+01:00

Well would you blogging believe it?

A visitor from over the pee!

Came to see this wiry square dog,

Auntie Jane. And my bestie pal Petey.

Yikes! Then who rocked up? Yes! Lacie!

Screaming "Stoopid Square.You fixed me a date?

Aunti Jane! Put on my black lippy.

And Eric. I don't want a date with your mate!!!

True to form Lacie cranked up her blender

Wizzed up drinks with coke zero (no fat)

Seemed to send her a itsy bit crazzeeee

Double dating with my brother the cat.......

Fox trotted our guests to my Pally

Tried to lose 'n confuser her. See?

Butt. Hoo boy! That Lacie went diggin'

Her butt stuck. Off course. Tee hee!!

"Let me in! Let me in!" Lacie schreechied.

"I've a date with some dude called Harry

Meantime. Guess I'll look.....

For rich batchelor dogs to marry.

I dispatched them girls quick to the station.

On a train bound for gay Parrrree.

Heard the beasty was way embarrassin'....

Screaming "Boyz! C'est Lacie. Lakie"

They zoomied around. Sightseeing the town.

Autie J! Auntie B! Take piccy's of me!

Lacie yapped "In Pareeee. Mais Oui!

I'm by far the BIGGEST attraction. Ici!"

Course. They visited Versailles Palace

All sparkling with glitter and gold.

King Louis was once there residing

And Lacie came over all bold.......

"A King where is he? I want him!" she trilled.

"I'll feed him breakfast and smoothies in bed.

What? A wife? He already has one?

Umm. Perhaps they can chop off her head?"

"Imagine me Queen of this Frogland

Dressed in Ermine with Amethyst Crown.

I would rule everydoggie wears purple!

And Miss Enid will hold up my gown."

But this yapping of hers soon abated.

And she sat most content by the Lake.

Think it's due to that Marie ghost whisperin'

"Forget him then you can eat cake......?"

We had a superdooper time with our vistors. Come back soon. Yeah. Even you Lacie!

POWER OF THE PAW REQUIRED

2011-09-07T18:36:00.007+01:00

Everybloggie. Power of the Paw is needed for my Best Friend Furever. Petey. Wig your wag over and wish him a speedy recovery from his surgery.

He and his Mom need our power to help Petey back on his paws. Playing ball again. Know you can do it Petey! Trucks loads of zen is coming your way. And. Sigh. You lucky boy......those Hot to Trot nursies too.....

A SQUIZ

2011-05-22T16:00:00.008+01:00

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.

Question 1. Is this...

S. As pretty as a picture?

D. Lovely.But look better with a dog in it?

E. A peaceful place to wig your wagger?

Question 2. Am I....

S.Putting my best paw forward?

D.Plotting my next Eric Dastardly Deed?

E.Looking blooming handsome?

Question 3. Me again. Am I?

S. Stopping to smell the flowers?

D. Getting a dogalicious whiff of sausage rolls from a backpackers bag?

E. Listening to them bluebells ring-a-dinging?

Question 4. What happened next. Did I ....

S. Practice my sprint start for the 2012 Olympics?

D. Run like the clappers towards those sausage rolls?

E. Show both Squares my clean pair of heels?

Question 4. Later. I'm barking at Daddy Square. Was I ..

S. Asking for brown sauce to go with my sausage rolls?

D. Begging not to be put back on my lead?

E. Asking what was for puddin'?

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?

S.The Squares reflect on what a lovely peaceful walkies we were all having?

D.I was nowhere to be seen as I legged it straight back for a second helping of sausage roll?

E.I took time to enjoy this smashing view?

Question 6. Heheeheee!! Am I laughing.....

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?

D. Because I'm a right little rascal?

E. Both of the above?

Daddy 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.

Question 7. But what was this bad boy thinking as I was hooked on my lead for the rest of the walk.....

S. I can win the Olympics 100yd dash easy peasy if there's food at the end of the track.

D. Lookie! My butt is half the size of a certain flakie Lakie's?

E. Put your mincies on me! I should win "Rear of the Year" eh?

FEVER

2011-04-23T11:20:00.007+01:00

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.

Really

think

I've

got

big

old

fever

harhaaaaa!!!!!

WEDDING FEVAH!!! WOOHOOO!!!Ready and waiting......

BOUNCING BERTIE'S BIRTHDAY!

2011-02-18T09:00:00.007Z

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.

Which is him?

Which is me?

See? Twinses! With our one ear up trick.

Both of us interested

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 "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"

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.

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.

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.

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"

Wired??? But of course!!! Nephew Bertie. I'm proper proud to bark,is carrying on our fine foxy family tradition.

Happy Barkday Bertie!!!

BAD BAD BOY

2011-02-11T19:00:00.009Z

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.

Here's a super dooper picture of bunny wabbit for you instead. (Like it Archie?)

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!!

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.

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 teensy weensy chicken 'n rice munchies and tons of tablets for days 'n days 'n days. Bring over some of 'em soothing smoothies can you? Heheee ....and mebbe a few healing smoochies?

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 hopping mad 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.But worser. Much much worser. Think I've heard them mutter......muzzle...

NOT A WALK IN THE PARK

2011-01-24T19:12:00.015Z

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.

Noooooo!!!! Miss Enid. My pesky wheelie. Taking a wheel about!!!!! Agggh.

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.

Decide to ignore her. I mean. Would you want to be clocked with a wheelie silly looking wheelie???

Who was a-posing and a-preening in her Sunday Best furs hat and wrap? Her Christmas present from Lacie. Made by Butchie and Katie's clever Mom. (Be super duper adorning my Toffee girl pupcake eh? But on a wheelie??? Wheelie.) Square M pulled the alpha treat trick. " Eric No treats 'till you learn to be kind to Miss Enid. Play nicely please"

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.

I know. Checked it out for me self earlier. . .

So. Playtime!!! Bellowed in her ear'ole. "Let's play Hide and Seek Miss E!"

"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.

"Close your mincies. I SAID CLOSE 'EM. Now count to one hundred squary squillion billion trillion. While I trot my foxy self off to hide. AND. NO PEEPING'. Call you when I'm readdddy...... "

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 . . .

AN INSPECTOR CALLS

2011-01-06T18:00:00.004Z

Gud evening everybloggie. It is I. Hairfool Pawrot. I am looking razer dapper don't you zinc?

But enough of my vaniteez. I am here to fazzom out ze strange "how you say 'appenings'" in ze square Dog house over Chrsitmaz.

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.

Imagine zen my suprize when Monsieur Square callz. To azk me to solve a mystery. Alors. Ziz iz exhibit number onesy.

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!

Exibit number twosy. This iz tres importante. Ze CHEESE.

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?

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.

WIRED CHRISTMAS WISHES

2010-12-24T14:00:00.003Z

WIRED CHRISTMAS WISHES

and bark out our Christmas song . . .

LET THERE BE PEACE ON EARTH
AND OVER THE GREAT BIG PEE
WITH LOVE FOR OUR BROTHERS
COS WE ARE FAMILY
LET US ALL LOVE EACH OTHER
IN PEACE AND HARMONY

LET THERE BE PEAS ON EARTH
N' CHRISTMAS PUDDIN' OVER THE PEE
HOMES FOR THOSE IN SHELTERS
IS OUR PRAYER FOR EVERYBLOGGIE
LET THEM KNOW SWEET LOVIN'
LIKE THIS DOG AND HIS KITTEEE

LET THERE BE PEACE ON EARTH
WITH OUR NOMS WHEREVER THEY BE
LEARN TO LIVE TOGETHER
(EVEN IF NOT SQUARE LIKE ME)
AND OUR FRIENDS OVER THE RAINBOW
FORGOTTEN YOU'LL NEVER BE

chorus all together . . .

LET THERE BE PEACE ON EARTH
AND OVER THE GREAT BIG PEE
WITH LOVE FOR OUR BROTHERS
COS WE ARE FAMILY
LET US ALL LOVE EACH OTHER
IN PEACE AND HARMONY

Peace and love everybloggie..peace and love. Merry Christmas!!

2010-12-19T13:46:00.004Z

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.

PUT YOUR CHRISTMAS MINCIE PIES ON ME FOX TROTTING YESTERDAY !!!!

. . . SNOW . . .

. . . SNOW . . .

. . . QUICK . . .

. . . QUICK . . .

. . . SNOW . . .

HAAAhaaaaharrrrr!!! Don't forget this square will ya? Be back with my Christmas message for everybloggie. Lickety Spit.

THE WITCHING HOUR

2010-10-31T18:09:00.022Z

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. Devilishly 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!

Sooper Spooky Soup.

First up. Snag yourself a wheelie.

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.

Crank up the blender. And maybe some music of the haunting kind to wet your whistle while while you work.

Now. Make sure you PUSH wheelie down good and proper into your old blender. Don't want lumps in your soup! Or spokes between your pointed pearlies when you slurp 'im later. Any of you of a SCREEEEEEEEAMISH nature......like my square bro' Archie can always knock wheelie out. Before turning him into liquid gold.

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.

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.

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.

Luverly. Simply dogalicious.

Wheelie dogalicious. Almost as good as my flavourite Heinz Tomato Soup. Yappy Hoowwwwwloeeeeen everybloggie. Wooooooooohoooo haaaaaaa haaaaa!!!!!!!

A PROBLEM PAGE

2010-10-22T22:00:00.004+01:00

Dear Alpha Dog Agony Aunt.

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.

See. My pals Scruffy n Stan in A Merry Car got the Royal Mail Servants to bring me their parcel.

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.

Yeah. A dead ringer.Super scary with one evil pie. On purple.

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.

Take a good goosey gander Agony Aunty. Them stuffies insides is usually white. Right? This purple devil had......what I can only describe as...LACIE COLOUR INNARDS.

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.

Reckon them PUFFS OF LACIE 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......

Do you?

Worried wags. From an anxious Eric. Waiting for your answer.

A WINTER WARDROBE

2010-10-13T15:00:00.005+01:00

Posted by Mother Square while Eric's sleeping.

Miss Enid asked me to convey to you all "her heartfelt felicitations" and her most "gracious apologies" not to be here. And to make sure "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 " 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.

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 "Her fondest love and gratitude " to Miss Lacie for her kind thoughtfulness. She said "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."

THE PRACTISE SESSIONS

2010-10-01T13:00:00.002+01:00

Psst. Everybloggie. Been bursting to bark you my secret. New series of my favourite telly show start tonight. Wooohhhooooo!!!

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!!!! Bound to be Brucie's favourites . . . .

DOG SPOTTING

2010-09-26T18:00:00.005+01:00

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?

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.

Oh heck. Don't think I'm turning hippy. Do you? Anyways. Went to the seaside one day.

Lookie. Here's me. Gazing out over the Big Pee. Thinking of my Pupcake. And my pals. Now put your pies on these smashing beach huts. . .

Haaa!! Proper perfect eh?

Lookie what other dog stuff I spotted. Dexter!! The sly dog. Got his own brew!!! Mmm. Dogalicious. I downed one too many lunchtime smoothies too.

Made my square noddle spin. All round and a round. Worrisome. For one so square. Even spotted a lookie likie.( No. He doesn't date Lacie.)

Now need a quick bark out 'bout how Mom isn't the only one who's been busy this week.

Me and nephew Bertie been pretty wired too. (You can bigify the paper).Well. Got to skeeedaddle. Holes to dig. Be back soon.

REMEMBERING MICA ON HIS MONDAY

2010-09-13T10:00:00.000+01:00

Bloggies. Seems only right. Proper. To remember Mica

my BFF Petey's cat bro on his special day. He quietly left Petey 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.

Lookie. He did that ... 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... thingie when he met Little Eric. And he suffered him not once! Nope. Two years running!!! Haaaaa!!!

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.

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. But know what I heard? Meantime. Mica is keeping his Grandma's welcoming lap warm while he waits.

Was wagging me and the Squares got to meet you sweet Mica. Until we meet again. Keep walking on the clouds.

CONTENTS OF THE FRIDGE

2010-08-23T23:00:00.006+01:00

Hey everybloggie! Want to guess what's a lurking in my fridge?

Nope .Wasn't my carrot.

Nothing to do with wine bottles either.

They belong to Wino Kittie.

It's this box. Got my name on it. Writ large.

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.

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.

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.

Haaaa!!!! Lookie. Fooled the Wino Kittie into feline sorry for me. Shared one of his bottles.

Don't feel bad for me either. Them poking sticks. Aren't half as bad

as having to wear baby socks. Hey. You!! Yes YOU!!! Stop sniggering. S'not funny. . .

FLAT OUT IN THE COTSWOLDS

2010-08-08T12:00:00.010+01:00

Barking big apologies everybloggie. Been a bit like Lacie. 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.

And Rightly Royal. But that Lacie. Before I finished barking the second chorus of Rule Britannia . . .

she was like a rash over these two local dude Door Stops. Arranging a Double Door date for herself and Asta. Serve Lacie right if she's eventually left on that shelf ...ooooo haaaaaaaaaa!!!!. On the other paw. Asta the sweet pea. Could hardy contain hew disbelief when she saw the lights on Broadway (in the Cotswolds).

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.

With it's long grass lined street . . .

stuffed full of 16th Century limestone buildings and delicious honey coloured Cotswold stone houses . . .

with higgedlypiggedly, rough and tumble dry stone walls . . .

and every garden flaunting manicured topiary trimmings . . .

and properly perfect . . .

garden statues . . .

Let alone quaint Shopeee's. Took them flats for a smoothie or few down the local pubs too..

Raised a glass in this one for my hound dog sweetie Toffee pupcake . . .

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.

Course. Mom dragged us along to one of her flavourite places . . .

for a spot of tea. Shopping too in the pretty converted barns . . .

Teeehee!!! Not that we three . . .

or my pal Dexter and his wirey still life lookielike were allowed inside.

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 Asta weawing her waincoat. Everywhere we went. Didn't rain once!!!

ALL THE P'S. PAW POWER & PICKING

2010-07-20T17:30:00.012+01:00

Hey ho bloggies. Been doing a lot of this for the past few days. Xpect you have too.

Putting paws together. To get our Paw Power working for Scruffy, Lacie and Stan's poorly Dadsie. Yay! It's working!! He's getting better!! Isn't that wagging? Paws crossed he'll be fit and back home with Mumsie and them Holy Terriers sooner than soon.

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.

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?

Cherries ripe. Ready for plucking.

Hanging from the branches like big old bunches of grapes.

I kept look out. While the Squares. Picked. And picked. And picked. Then picked some more.

Did quality control inspections. Sniffed perfect. Did tasting too when the Squares weren't looking. Mmmm. Tasty. Something bout stolen fruit being doubly dogalicious . . .

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. Who never wants to see another cherry. Ever. After picking and cooking 55lbs of them from our one tree!!! Silly Square. Can't think why. Only looked like a little snackette to me.

ANSWER TO A QUESTION

2010-07-05T13:00:00.004+01:00

Bloggies. Yesterday. Or was it the day before? Whatever. There I was perusing my nephew Bouncing Bertie's Blog.

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 Martha and Bailey on Bertie's blog.....

"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?"

Doh. They don't know? I don't like to boast. But Bassets. We foxy doggies. Ok. Probably a certain Miss-Wired Lakie and maybe my new welshie pal (get your wig on a wagger and meet him) George , 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.

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 Miss-Wired Lacie. Hardehaha! He deserved it.

Wee Bassets. We also like to dance and prance on our back leggeds. As often as possible. 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 wellibob footie wear 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.

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? Haaahaaa!!!!! OF COURSE WE DO!!! With our wired internal springing we go from ground to airborne in a nano second.

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 Martha and Bailey.

OUT AND ABOUT AND AT HOME

2010-06-27T19:00:00.005+01:00

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 nothing to do with me.

Well.I was innocently taking my wig on a swagger when we came to this cutsie Olde Fashioned Sweet Shop.

Both squares ooooed over every sort of sweetie they hadn't seen for donkeys. Sadly not at Olde Fashioned prices.

You can look at all the lip licking delectables on their web site. Here. Suck and Chew. Anyways. As I was yapping. Was just fox trotting past. When.

Got me a glimpse of something wheelie disturbing out the corner of my pies. NOOOOOOOO!!! Not one! Not two!! But three!!!

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 dickens 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? Not on your nelly.

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.

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.

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.

Not a single thing landed on them pesky wheelies. Well maybe 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.

PETS IN THE CITY EPISODE 8

2010-06-13T14:00:00.009+01:00

PETS IN THE CITY

SHOT ON LOCATION IN SQUARE DOG KITCHEN

STARRING ERIC

GUEST APPEARANCE
OTIS KITTIE BRO'

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.

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.

Yawn. Some sort of chickflick. Hmmm. Aren't those chicks in the flick sort of familiar? 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 me and Otis. Would you believe it. Right on cue. He's rocked up.

"Holy Mackerel!! Errrric. Wherrrre you beenski?" That's how he mews. In Cossakski. Silly Blue kittie. From Rrrrrrussia With Not Much Love.

"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"

I can see yours for you Errrrric. Firstski. I need to lookski deep into yourrrrr eyes. . . ."

Purr that again Pushkin. Closer to my ear 'ole. What do you see? Love? Marriage? Money? Food for Free? " Nothink of the sortski Errrrrric. You want me to showski you yourrrrrrr future?"

S'pose he thinks that's funny.

THE INVADER

2010-06-05T16:00:00.003+01:00

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.

Did he give a fig? No. Give a care? Nope. Not a trot.

No manners either that street talking fox.

Cheek of it! My fine wiry self an impostor?!

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.

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.

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 Lacie will be asking me for his phone number any day now.

MORE DASTARDLY DEEDS

2010-05-28T19:00:00.003+01:00

Yooohoooeee bloggies!! Here I am. Back in the Naughty Corner. Dog knows why. There I was. Yesterday. In my little local park. Looksee. You can picture the scene here.

Does that help? There I was. Larking-n-a-barking with my pal JR and Collie puppy. When. Strange but true. Two leggeds with a kittie walked in. Course. JR and Collie puppy were off like the clappers kittie chasing. Followed by our 3 respective leggeds as fast as six old knees would go. That's got to be at SLOOOOOOW. Me? Nah. Got a kittie at home to chase thanks. I had my peepers firmly fixed on something else. Two other leggeds. One hardly wearing a skimpy skirt and the other with his underwear popping out over the top of his jeans. Know the sort I mean? Both abandoned their school bags outside the basket ball court before going inside, firmly shutting the door. Course. My superior sniffer led me over. Snuffled around in their bags. And Hey Presto!!!! Only snagged myself a whole one of these!!!!!!!

HAAAAAAAAA!!!!! A freshly cooked KFC Chicken Twister!!!!! Bloggies. Believe me. Not as small as they look. Quite extended both sides of my north and south.

I legged it. Large. Like my artist's impression here. Next thing I knew. Everydoggie plus their chasers turned tail. To chase me!!!! You'd be proud pals. I led those fourteen footsies a merry old dance. Darted this way. Then that. Round. And round. Behind the tennis courts. Before scooting back past my scene of crime and fleeing across the field. Fast and furious. Meantime. The two in the basketball court kept up a chorus of "hey he's got our KFC!!!!" Spoil Sports. Heck. Isn't half difficult to eat on the hoof. But I managed. Thank you kindly. Gobbled over half that chicken twister down before my game was up.

Know something? Daddy Square only went and offered the girl my remaining morsels. He really did. Teehee!!! Sometimes he's more of a wag than me. Funny that. She refused. Then he offered her one of those £5 pieces of paper. Which she took. Bloggies. Being as I'm in the naughty corner. You'll put your pies on Colonel Saunders before I do. Bark him my thanks and this message will you?

RINGING IN MY EARS

2010-05-14T18:00:00.011+01:00

Hi Everybloggie. I've been walking in the bluebell woods again. This time. All around. Every blue bell was ringing. For miles. And miles. And miles.

Blooming lovely. But talk about a ding-dong.

Bluebells ding-a-linging in my lug'oles!!! Had to retire with the Squares for a bit of peace to an Olde Englande Pub.(11th Century)

Proper pretty with a mill stream running underneath.

The Tiddlywinks were catching crayfish...

while I was trying to catch a bite of the Squares cream tea. TeaHee. Wigged my wag over to check the blossom on our very own cherry tree too.

Gave the whole orchard a good watering. You can rent a tree as a present which helps support the cherry growing industry in Kent. Then. When the cherries are ripe you pick them from your tree. Good idea eh?

Looksee.Loads of cherries in the making on my tree. Last year each tree averaged 32lbs! Gulp. Anybloggie got any good cherry recipes?! Course. Right after. My peace was disturbed by the arrival of a pesky foster wheelie from the ebay kennel. She's going to be wheeling over to A Merry Car. Yesterday would be not a day too soon. She's been making a right old ding-dong. And not of the bluebell sort. Nope. Wheelie screeching her flakie head off. Wanting a purple ribbon... Demanding a blender . . .

She and unsteady Eddie have been getting as Drunk as Skunks!!!

Something about this wheelie. Is wheelie familiar. Anyways. Found a way to stop her fun.

Harrrrr HAAAhaaaaa!!!!!

HERO

2010-05-10T22:49:00.011+01:00

One of my first blogging friends, my number one all time hero Jackson, left us behind today.My heart's heavy with sadness for him and his J's. Jackson my square cousin.

I'm really going to miss your handsome foxy face.

Hope you know your smart observations . . .

and devilish funny ways always made me laugh and smile.

Your bravery through way too many bad times . . .

and true terrier tenacity in making the best of life was inspiring.

Those fox trotting debonair airs . . .

and your perfect fashion sense made this dog- a-blogging boy downright envious!

The substantial club you founded. That I yearned to join. More importantly. Your substantial heart and friendship. Thank you. Thank you.

Then there's all those admirable achievements. Champion stuffie destroyer! Promise I'll do my best. Try not to let you down.

Count my blessing I actually got to meet you sniffer to sniffer my special chum.

I'll miss you like mad. Run free Jackson my hero. Fast as the wind. One day I'll come by,give you a game of chase. Until then. Know you, our foxy leader, is king amongst kings of the wiries. An all round proper perfect square.

Wiry love Jackson. Your pip squeak pal. Eric xxx

ELECTION SPECIAL

2010-05-07T18:00:00.008+01:00

A comment from a non-political animal on the UK election results
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THE END OF THE TALE

2010-05-01T12:30:00.006+01:00

Hey everybloggie! Remember I dipped my boatrace in that mud and ash puddle the other day? Gave myself a Mash spa?

Couple of minutes later I did something.Else. HAAAAAA!!!Very. Very. Naughty. Apres Spa. The leggeds had snapped me back on my lead sharpish. Seen a family picnic taking place up ahead. Anyways. Opposite the picnic bench there's a large pond. I ignored them leggeds munching on lunch.Totally. Pulled Daddy Square to the pond. Don't do water. Ever. But that Mash was dripping down, time for a wash and brush up. Some safe minutes later, the squares let off my lead. Heheee!!! Know what's coming don't you? Yep. Did my Eric Dash Back. Sorry. Don't have a photo. But believe me. I was off like a rocket. Like this. . .

When I was playing in the bluebell woods this week. (Only gave myself a Mash pawdicure that day.)

OOOOOOO. You've got to take a looksee.

Be better if you bigify this one. Blue as far as your peepers go. Though the bluebells weren't quite full on ding-a-linging. Almost though. I'll show you when they are. Pretty eh?

Where was I? Oh yeah. Running. With Squares in hot pursuit. Saw me put paws up on the bench by the little legged. Do my WET ERIC GRAB N DASH.... HAAAAAAA!!!!! Bloggies. A point to ponder on. Isn't it amazing how my four little leggeds can out run two pairs of much longer leggeds? Daddy Square arrived to watch me gulp down the last morsel of a whole tuna sandwich wrapped in kitchen paper. Ate that and all. Tasty. Mom grovelled apologies to picnic Mom and son. Daddy Square even took me back (shucks -on my lead) to apologise. Course. I didn't. Told 'em to add some mayo to their tuna sandwiches next time. Couple of slices of cucumber too. I like 'em better that way.

PUPPY TRAINING

2010-04-18T19:00:00.008+01:00

Hi everybloggie! What a weekend. Choc-a-block full of fun and excitement! For starters. Two square puppies arrived at their homes. Wag over to welcome them!

Katie who arrived on saturday and Bertie arrived on Monday! Scoot over to sneak a peak of our welcome party on Lacie's blog!

Yep puppies! You'll need to enrol in Eric Training the Leggeds lessons. I'm Master of the Art. Had the squares tearing here and there this weekend. Lookie and learn puppers!! Most important. Rule numero uno. Tire them out. Always take them for a wicked long walkie. Where you can run. Off lead of course for mayhem and mischief.

Give 'em encouraging words on your walkies. To begin with. Impatient ones when they don't obey you the first time.

Repeat over. And over. Seems. They suffer our selective hearing syndrome too.

Insist they stop to put their peepers on England's green and pleasants.

Indulge your leggeds. Bark on boring thingies. Like their own idle yapper yapper. Before you command them to a local watering hole.

Pull 'em along to show the way.

Insist they have soft drinks (they'll be driving home as your snoozing)

While you down neat vodka straight from the bottle. Puppers. WFT stands for "what the foxy" Nothing naughty.Teehee! Is it everybloggie?

Remember. No table manners called for when you're not at home. Specially when the foods called a Tapas sharing plate.

Yep. Bad behaviour gets you your own dog food scrumptiousness. Then teeny tidbits of theirs 'cos of your constant terrierising. Once you've lulled your leggeds into a false sense of security. Being good. Next day. Time for Rule 2! Keep your leggeds on their tootsies. Remember little onesies. Nobody. Out foxies a foxy!!!

My preferred mayhem and mischief? Post Party Pampering. Drive's 'em wild.

Tried out me and Petey's new spa line didn't I. MASH. Combination of Mud 'n Ash. Not too soon for me to make a volcano joke is it? Or should I've waited for the dust to settle???!!! HAAAAAA(It did.The night before. Only a fairy dusting.)Katie! Bertie! Count on me for assistance any time won't you? That's it. Your first lesson.

SNAPSHOTS OF A VIP VISIT

2010-04-12T18:00:00.006+01:00

Hello everybloggie. Want a sneak peak at who came to see me? Yep. Flat Asta,Flat Lacie and Asta's 3D leggeds! Wag over to Asta's. Put your peepers on her smashing photo's and videos. Meantime. Here's my snapshots.

. . .woohoo!! Lucky dog huh? Gave my best . . .

to my super special VIP visitors . . . but . . .

set in when the flat girlies arrived! Took the VIP's to . . .

and cake for ten! There was fun and . . .

Enjoyed everything even though . . .

Giggled. Goofed around in pubs. Uh oh. . .

Took everybloggies healing zen to Jackson (please please please keep sending it over). Isn't he . . .

and terrier hunky handsome?

Course I paid homage to my hero.

. . . our foster Old Soul did too.

Jackson loved all them smoochies. Haaa!!! And the smoothies.

The Flats and me took wheelie stupid . . .

Sneaked out . . .

. . . to star in Cath Kidston's fashion show. (see Lacie's blog)

Teehee!!!! We shopped till we dropped

. . .in Larks and Barks!!! Got me some perfect . . .

Gave wicked big whisker to whisker kisses . . .

in exchange for . . .

With plenty plenty plenty of them . . .

. . . for Asta's Mommi. Sigh. Think. I'm in Love. Love. Love.

. . .awwwww. I was! Wasn't I? . . .

Phew. We did the lot. Enjoyed every single minute. Treasured each day. But bet you can tell that! We really did have a ball.

WHEELIE PARADE WINNERS

2010-04-07T20:00:00.007+01:00

Hello everybloggie! Thanks for checking on me. Escaped from the pawcuffs. Easy Peasy. But then Miss Enid forced me to attend her "Eat A Cat" lessons with my VIP visitors.

Haaa!!!! Lookie. Gave her some Eric lip. Showed her who was top dog around here. Fair and Square. Bet you thought I'd gone nuts holding the wheelie silly Scruffs Dog Show contest huh? There was method to my madness. Yep. Flushed all them peskies out. HHHaaaaa!! Got the better of you wheelies!! I'm onto ya!! Got your number. What's more. Everybloggie who entered Scruffs will be getting one of my sooper dooper wheelie watcher tracking devices to attach to their wheelie family. I'll have my pies on them peskies forever!!!WOW!!!Wheelie wicked!!!

Mom ordered them for me from a place that makes them for REAL Dog Shows. Said they would make mine at the same time as the 400 medal stars they were making for us real dogs winners at the proper pucker Crufts Dog Show. The lady dealing with my order thought it was hoot when Mom sent my "Scruffs" artwork to put on my wheelie watcher tracker stars. Hahaha!!!

Thanks for voting everybloggie. Here are your results from the readers polls...

FAMILY - Maggie and Mitch
INDIVIDUAL - Autumn/Winston (bit confusing as the voting polls originally missed out Winston and Romy. Sorry Winston and Romy)

Miss Enid has a very special award. Says it's a wheelie important one. Not like mine. This one's for the MOST PROMISING NEWCOMER WHEELIE. Who showed BRAINS by helping Clive choose stocks and shares for making profit. As well as BRAVADO and BRAVERY in sliding down the banisters.

This very special Miss Enid Award goes to none other than CLIVE JUNIOR! Paws up to you baby Clive!

Onto Eric's Awards. Thanks to every entrant for doing wheelie silly things. Teeheee.But. Crickeee. You don't think? No... Can't be. Noooo. ...Not got Square Dog crackerness in their old wheels have they?

ERIC'S FAMILY AWARDS
1st. Jackson. His attitude to his wheelie wheelie rocks. Paw's up Jackson. That's the way to treat 'em!!
2nd.Maggie and Mitch. Even though Miss Enid thought most shocking Autumn and Francesca didn't ride the bike side saddle.
3rd. Scruffy, Lacie, Stan. Putting those wheelies on the slippery slope could only end in tears.

Teehee. And tears!!

ERIC'S INDIVIDUAL AWARDS
1st. Scarface. For Lacie's demonstration of wicked mis- use of her wheelie.
2nd Winston. For careering down the mountains without brakes.
3rd. Hector. Wheelie brave. Wheeling that close to the RH.

Miss Enid will be packing up her wheelie silly little prizes for the winners. While I'll be sending out my trackers in a while. Please send me your snail mail address if I don't have it bloggies. Gotta scoot. Prepare my post on our recent VIP visit. Exciting stuffie.

SCRUFFS SINGLE ENTRIES

2010-04-03T17:00:00.007+01:00

Miss Enid here. Your Ringmaster for today's parade of individual wheelies. Most delighted to have your companionship on this auspicious day. What's that? You were wondering where Eric is? I can't be sure but I believe he may be tied up somewhere. Punishment for his lack of manners in my Family Show dears. You did view the family entries yesterday and remember to vote for them didn't you? Both ballots are on the sidebar. Thanking you, I'm indebted and most humbly grateful.

Now without further ado. My little entertainment show before the contestants parade. ERIC. OOH ERIC! COOOOOOOME! Take that! Craaaack. And that! Craaaack!

What's that onlookers? Me? Miss Enid sniggerering? No dears. You're quite mistaken. One would never do anything so common.

AUTUMN

Here's little Autumn with her delightful pumpkin wheels. She's a youngster. Only 10 years old and a replica of a very prim and proper old Steiff from Germany. Her ambition is to be the very best gardener and cook. (Eric was overheard to murmur through his gagged and muffled mouth ....she'd make a verrrry tasty Pumpkin Pie)

ALBERT - ERIC

Picture by Eric

Here's my companion Albert who lives with me in Square Dog House. He's not entering the competition- just wanted me to show you him posing in a typical British scene.

BERTIE - SCRUFFY

This is dearest Myrna and Gilbert's son. Bertie. Goodness gracious. What is he doing up the tree? And bad boy Scruffy. Taunting and teasing him. No wonder Berties ambition is to annoy the Holy terrors. Mission accomplished I would say bertie. (Eric...faintly heard barking ....Doh. Bet that Bertie's looking up the tree for more wood for his sawdust stuffin ..hehee!!)

BAILEY - SIR WOODSTOCK AND BLUE

One's heart goes out to poor Bailey.Imagine! Abandoned and surviving on the streets before being given a wheelie good home by Miss Blue. Bailey barked she's most troubled being of mongrel descent and intends to improve herself by education to square standards. By reading my Eat A Cat books.

CAMEL ON WHEELS

This photo was sent by Lacie to Eric in the fast mail. Lacie complained the camel had sent her a threatening letter "Let the Camel Win or Else!" I truly can't believe any sort of wheeled creature would use such bad grammer. Or write with purple ink. Can you?

CYRIL - AGATHA AND ARCHIE

Pedigree wheelie Cyril hails from my neck of the woods. Olde England With a fine Lines Pedigree. It was a most unfortunate day when Eric wired him to transmit our wheeled movements. But a joyful one for us wheelies when Cyril used his puncture repair kit to cross his wires. On reflection. Not such a good day for Cyril.

Picture by Eric

EDWINA

Darling Edwin from my extended family over the ocean. Edwina's at the front. Her twin sister Sweet Pea Clementine lives here with me. The twins rolled over from Germany into America at least 60 years ago. Rescued from the E bay kennels and transported to their furever homes. Edwina is wonderful example of what a little self maintenace can do. One of her ambitions is to maintain her fine and shapely derriere. Eric tells me the twins once won Rears of the Years. How delightful!

HECTOR - MANGO

Here's Hector rolling in. Surely a hybrid? Hector tells me he's part Airedale,part Beastie. (Eric mumbles... that'll be the large back end portion then) Hector claims his ambition is to encourage wheelies to get into home improvements. I do detect he's building a house in the tree to avoid his dog Mango's suds. I must advise him to build it higher.

Picture by Eric

FRANCESCA - MAGGIE AND MITCH

Francesca's a resorceful wheelie with a fine Lines Brothers birthmark. Some weeks ago Francesca looked a little different. She took it upon herself to vist her local spa for a make over. Doesn't she look divine? Self improvements are always to be applauded. (Eric screeches through his gag bandana... downright devious disguising herself.. what's so wrong with being a foxie wheelie ? Got my pies fixed on you Francesca )

GILBERT - THE THREE TERRIERS

Gilbert is the perfect example of an antique wheeled Steiff. He's wheelie wheelie old. A true square old boy of 90+ years. A bit bemused with a fancy for frocksies. See his perfect square shadow? Eric told me Gilbert's won several Jo Stains awards. Isn't that nice? Sadly, he's not too well at present having contracted Scruffy's nasty infection.

Picture by Eric

JOSEPHINE- BUTCHY AND ANGEL SNICKERS

Josephine descended from the Joseph Pittman factory in the 1920's. Look at her charming expression, exactly like Butchy's sweet Angel Snickers. Josephine perfoms a wonderful service protecting the Koi Carp in Mutton Hollow pond from the Barkalot Boyz Heron Cam.

MYRNA - ASTA

Dear oh dear. My good friend Miss Myrna seems intent on surveying all exits should her apartment block catch fire. As if! What are the chances of that? Never the less. One can't be too careful nowadays. Do get down from there Myrna dear. It's most dangerous teetering and tottering up there on the edge of the ledge.

No no no! Myrna dearest. Off there! This instant! That's a children's slide. Not the Fire exit. Oh me oh my...poor Miss Myrna seems rather fixated . . .

MISHA - OTIS

Goodness gracious me. Take at look at what Otis the cat dragged in.

MISS MERRY ANN BRIGHT

An enthusiastic contestant most eager to wheel out of her packing after her long trip from Germany. A rare Rectangular Dog on wheels. Her main ambition after only one day is to avoid the Rockie Scotties terrier teeth. Distressing indeed. Miss Merry Anne. Don't hesitate to us wheelies for further advice on dealing with those tiresome dogs with teeth.

CLIVE JUNIOR

Oh my! Who's this new born rolling in? He reminds me of NSLM's Mango Minster Grand Champion Clive. And he's called Clive Junior. Quite makes my old heart sing knowing our wheelie noble heritage is being continued. And what a boy! One minute he's studying stocks and shares on Wheelie Street, the next he's sliding down the banisters!!!

ROMY - ASTA

Romy's a dear little Steiff and has a penchant for playing the piano. She plays Bach mostly and manages admirably depite her damaged front wheel. She is of course Myrna's daughter and confusingly,a good deal older than her Mother. Life can be a smidgen muddled when you're a wheelie.

ROXY - BUTCHY AND ANGEL SNICKERS

Roxy is a Chiltern from Olde England who emigrated to Iowa in the 40's. Roxy can often be found fulfilling her gardening ambitions tending her surroundings by the pond.Her temperament is one of tranquility depite her playful pose. Much to Eric's disappointment.

Picture by Eric

SEYMOUR - JACKSON

Dashing young Seymour seems to have been set up by his owner Jackson with his photograph. No wheelie could possibly afford to gamble, let alone or drink alcoholic beverages on the pitiful pension we receive.

SCARFACE - LACIE

Scarface belongs to Lacie. Eric tells me Scarface has undergone plastic surgerey @ Dr. Frank. N. Steins. A fine surgeon judging by the result. Scarface is of course a Personal Fitness Walker for Lacie. Constantly assisting her in achieving the same fine deportment as Edwina. (Eric, gags on his gag and cries out OOOOO Hahaaaa!!! Personal Fitness Walker Wheelie!!! Go Lacie! Move it! Gotta trim those big butts of yours . . )

Picture by Eric

WINSTON - JAKE AND FERGIE

Our Foster boy Winston is to be admired for his fortitude in the face of adversity after his wheels were stolen. Witness how he's adapted and overcome his disabilties of no wheels, or furs and button eyes in the most creative of ways! Coming down the mountain, here he comes!

Winston was rescued after being left in the England Ebay kennels and immediately applied for a green card to live in Colorado. Winston's dearest ambition is to assure the continuation of wheelies across future generations by promoting an appreciation of the values of Simplicity, Honor, Genuineness, Respect and Reality that have been a part of our history and our current wheeld lives. Wonderful oration Winston. A fine moral code for us wheeled Antiques.

Which brings us neatly to the end of my parade. Please dearest audience. Cast your vote on the side bar ballot from your favourite dog from the still photo's. (Silly me. I missed out my dearest Foster Winston AND Romy on the voting poll. I can't alter the original poll so they have a special poll of their own! Deepest apologies to them) (Eric is heard shouting ...Doh! Wheelie silly of old Miss Enid going C Nile. The poll is for the readers vote, course I am the Supreme Judge for my final winners....)

(Eric is heard barking from the corner as he struggles to release himself from the restraining paws cuffs ....what did I tell ya bout those wheelies? Believe me now? Everybloggie please come back and check I'm ok once this wheelie silly contest is over. . . winners parading Wednesday 7th...after which ...hopefully...my normal non wheeled service will be resumed)

SCRUFFS DOG SHOW - FAMILY ENTRIES

2010-04-02T10:00:00.003+01:00

Yoohooo everybloggie! Apologies for the delay in the sheduling of Scruffs Dog Show. Jackson's doing well due to the Power of the Paw. Give yourselves a pat on the back for such wagging good work! Apologies too for our absence in visiting. I've been off searching for a stars and stripes carpet for our VIP visitors. Remember to check out Lacie's bloggie to see what we are up to!

Updated Scruffs Dog Show schedule. Families will be parading today 2nd April. Single entries on Saturday 3rd April. Winners Enclosure on Wednesday 7th April.

Okey Dokey. Nearly time to get this pesky show rolling. Dodn't think I'm going to be nice to 'em will ya? Hate them scheming wheeler wheelies. Won't let me turn them into a pile of sawdust. They take over your blog. Then. The affections of your leggeds. Next.The Dog World. Watch 'em I say. Remember. Keep your peepers peeled. C'mon wheelies. Let's get this over.

Take for ever to get their wheels a wobbling. You've time for a scritch scratch of your lug 'oles. A nod off for fourty winks. Or better. Destuff a wheelie while you wait. You know how slow they go. But first. As your Master of Ceremonies. I've been cracking the whip. Devising wheelie exciting entertainment for you with my pesky wheelie family. Move it wheelies! Let's get this Circus rolling .......

C'mon wheelies! Balance! Brake them wheels Miss Enid!!! Stay still peskies while I'm cracking the whip!

Where's you wheel wobbled off to Miss Enid? No time for a re-tread I said! No wibbling! Time to get the pesky contestants parading.

AGATHA AND ARCHIE

Cripes. Agatha and Archie sniffing around with Cyril Wheels. Wheelie suspicious. He's my spy remember. Planted him there when Mom smuggled him into A Merry Car in her suitcase. My pals look a little WIRED. EEEK. Think they let old Cyril into the bomb shelter....to defuse a real BOMB? Back everybloggie!! Cyril got himself some sort of degree from the Lines Factory back in the fifties but none for dismantling bombs!!!.CRICKEEEE. Seems it's not only Agatha and Archie who are wired. . ..

ASTA

Roll up. Roll up. See the famous Kreit/Kroon family here. Mostly Steiffs mostly from Germany. With two kids as old as their parents. Huh? How's that happen? Verrrry sloooooowly. They move in famous right wheel circles. Big posers. I spied 'em on posters all over the Big Apple.

BLUE

Judy and Bailey. So. So. Wrong. Bailey getting his temperature taken...in his MOUTH? Needs to shove that thermometer where the sun don't shine Nurse Judy. . .

BARKALOT BOYZ

I detected these two are clones of Boyz Jake and Just Harry. Created by Airedale Heaven. Hmp. Looks more likely raising Hell. With Murder in Mind. Gulp. Anybloggie seen the Boyz?

JAKE AND FERGIE

Look what's wheeled in. Or in Winston's case. Not. Teeheee!! The International gang from England, Ireland and Germany who wheel down with Jake and Fergie. Live a high old life supping on Whisky and Tea. And that little one. At the front. He's had one too many from the Jamesons bottle. Look at him. Certainly LEGLESSSS. OOOOOO HAAAAAHhhhAA!!!!!!!

JACKSON

Fair warms my squares to see my hero Jackson . A wiry after my own heart. Screaming his square head off as he's forced to stand with his wheelie. He'll get his nashers on him once the flashy beast's disappeared. Course Jackson is Champion stuffie unstuffer extra ordinaire.What do you reckon.10 seconds? From fluff? To sawdust?!!! Way to go Jackson!

BUTCHY AND ANGEL SNICKERS

Cast your pies on this collection. Putting on a parade.Got a few centuries under their collective wheels. No wonder they're lunging and a-lurching along. Bet Butchy gets good use out of his wheelie Puncture Repair Kit on this lot huh?

MANGO

Wheelie gotta admire Hector. I mean. Would you get that close to Mango's Sud's Maker??? Uh oh....get those wheels a rolling Hector . . . .there he blows.....

MAGGIE AND MITCH

Francesca and Autumn taking a spin on their motor bike. Vrrrrm. Looks wheelie dangerous. And fancy! Wearing fancy pants hats! Not helmets! Doh. Goes to show. Not only these two. Each and every wheelie. Got nuffin' but stuffin' between their ears. And years. Oooooo hahahahaha!!!!

SCRUFFY LACIE STAN

Look at these pesky pensioners GO!! Was it Scruffy? Or Lacie? Who led them to slippin' and a sliding down the garden path on their ancient sledge? Reckon Scruffy must of greased those runners with something or other. What would make them go so fast? Ahh. Got it. CeLL U LITE PHAT from Lacie's phate end ......haaaaa!!!

Got to bark it . My gob was smackered at some of the antiques antics. Right little daredevils. But some of 'em. JUST DEVILS!!!! Keeps your peepers peeled everybloggie. Cast your vote in the sidebar for your favourite wheelie family STILL PHOTO. The one with the owners name directly ABOVE. Singles Parading on Saturday. Some wheelie suprising entries. Be Square. See you there. Where's my wheelie family? Gotta crack that whip one more time . . .

ZEN NEEDED FOR JACKSON

2010-03-27T12:31:00.015Z

Please hurry over to Jackson's blog. Sadly, us Square Dog's wiry leader, Jackson, is poorly. He and his J's, need our love, zen and support.

J1 told us yesterday Jackson suffered a mild stroke on Thursday. Thank dog Jackson's one tough tenacious terrier. He's made it through that first crucial 24 hours,improved last night too and today he's had a little to eat. It's very early days for him but that's promising. Poor Jackson lost the use of his back legs when it happened but today he managed to take a few steps with J1 supporting him. Sadly the J's vet cautioned while dogs recover quite quickly from strokes he could be left with some disability. Paws tightly crossed this won't be happen. The power of our paws is powerful stuff.

So along with love, zen and prayers, please please please send billions of powerful positive vibes for Jackson to make a complete recovery.

Know you'll understand I'm going to delay Scruffs Dog Show for a while. I'm going to be need every square second to direct and send your zen and stuff on to Jackson as it arrives from over the big pee. I'm off to put out Jackson Prayer Flags while I'm waiting for it to arrive then I'll need to organise the nursies - Asta, Lacie, Agatha and Koobie. Jackson . While you're laying on J1's lap recovering remember we love you pal. Give it your best tenacious terrier square attitude. OK?

REPORTING

2010-03-18T11:30:00.003Z

Yep. Even unwired enough to sniff the flowers. How's your Spring doin' everybloggie?

UNUSUAL SIGHTS IN THE PARK

2010-03-11T12:00:00.006Z

Yoohoo everybloggie! Bit of an unusual walk in the park last weekend. First up. No rain! Blue skies! Daffy's beginning to dilly too. And. I set my peepers on the magical white deers. Dear little dears aren't they? You hardly ever see them. Well I see 'em sometimes. But you don't. Now you have! They're pretty special you know.

What have we here? Uh. Not much. Only wheelie Sweet Pea bowling along in the wide open spaces.

Seems she's entering Miss Enid's Scruffs Dog Show. Was looking for a wheelie dangerous place for her photo entry. Being friendly for once. Gave her a little paw up to help her look over the fence for the perfect location. Good boy Eric. Got a treat for me wheelie?

Glory be. I even went out of my way to give her a game of chase. Exercise her creaky joints.

See. She really is up the tree. Bet you were scoffing eh? Thinking I'd been photoshopping. Well. Blow me down. Would you of believed her tyre treads had enough traction to wheelie up trees?

Which reminds me. Wheelies!Get those entries into Miss Enid's Scruff's Dog Show. Tell you what. I'm feeling specially generous. Enter as many wheelies as you like in the SINGLES category. Yep. Can't wait to get my teeth into that show.

You'll be proud of me everybloggie. On the way home. Made sure I gave our wheelie Sweet Pea Clementine a push in the right direction. Yeah. Quite the perfect location for her. Tee.Hee.

A BEDROOM FARCE

2010-03-07T16:00:00.010Z

The leggeds been argie barging everybloggie. from the moment I arrived in Square Dog House. Like a never ending game of Ping-Pong."He should be sleeping in our room" "No. Never. He'll be sleeping downstairs" "He won't" "He will" Pinging. Ponging. To and fro. Till last week. When I was Sick. Bad. Poorly. And Miss Enid had the cheek to high tail it off with my blog. For her silly Scruffs Wheelie Dog Show. Did you see? Hey you wwheelie. Remember. Got my pies peeled. You'll pay. But back to important stuff. ME. Boy was I poorly? Yes. I was. Wouldn't walk. Plonked myself down fair and square on the pavement. Refused to budge. Back home. Refused food. Even tempting treats. (Yummm. Got a gluttony of goodies waiting. Three whole days worth for when I wouldn't eat.) Mom said I was a big worry. Cos for a dog. I'm a bit of a Piggy. With the appetite of a Horse. Had a hurried trip to the vet' after refusing food twice. She diagnosed a VIP Virus. Of the nasty "Not been Sleeping in the Big Bedroom " variety. WOOHOOO!!!! RESULT!!!! Made me and Mom's day, week and year.

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Outta my face kittie bro. I've got me a one way ticket to sleeping in the big bedroom. No returning downstairs. Ever."

"Kittie kisses nightnight. Before you scram. Haaaa!!! Got Bed envy eh bro? Me all tuckered up warm and cosy in my Eric bed next to the leggeds.... while you're out there....somewhere with no bed to call your ownio...."

"C'mon. Mew it. Where do you rest your noggin' at night? Not once put my peepers on you in the snoozing hours......"

"Same place as always looser!!!! Been sleeping here. IN the Big Bedroom BED. Down Under Brother!!!! By the leggeds leggeds since the day I arrived. . ."

"NOooooooooo!!!! Got me a double dose of the "Kitty Envy " virus coming on . .

ANNOUNCING SCRUFFS

2010-03-01T09:00:00.036Z

Delighted you dropped by for a spot of tea with me, Miss Enid Wheelie on Wheels. Miss Lacie was here the other day for her birthday tea. A sweet girl but somewhat lacking in Manners of Etiquette.

Wearing millinery at the tea table. Not using one's pastry fork. My oh my. However. I digress. Over tea Miss Lacie proposed a thrilling idea. To hold a show exclusively for one's Antique Wheeled Stuffies! New generation Wheeled copies of us Antique old ones are welcome to enter too.

A most agreeable idea. Quite top hole dearest Lacie. I 've named the show SCRUFFS in honour of our fine antique heritage. (As opposed to our Old Blighty dog show Crufts. Giggle.) It's to be held on Eric's blog with prizes for the winners! Tokens only I'm afraid, owing to Eric's wise countenance that War Rationing is still in force plus my pension allowance is somewhat small.

You will be able to vote for readers choice once the entries are posted. However, do remember Eric is the Supreme Judge. What will he be looking for? Dog knows. He's written such stricts rules, I do apologise dears. For some reason he wants to know every wheelies ambitions too. Stuff and nonsense. As if we were plotting some wheelie takeover . . . .

SCRUFFS RULES OF ENTRY. WRITTEN BY ERIC.

FOR ORIGINAL WHEELIE ANTIQUES. THEIR YOUNGER GENERATION WHEELIES. PLUS WHEELIES THAT BLOG ON WHEELIE WEDNESDAY.
Categories are Family Wheelie Groups & Single Wheelies. The same wheelie may be entered in both.
Photo entries only. No wheeling over. Any of you. Ever.
No photoshopping to be used on your entry. Pretty please.
Considerable bonus points will be awarded for your photo creativity. For example :- Wheelie in an Unusual Situation. Best Use of a Pesky Wheelie.Wheelie showing off your Locality. Wheelie attempting Something Wheelie Dangerous. Haaaahaa!! Remember it's ME ERIC doing the judging of them horrid nuisances.
One entry only per blog for Family Wheelie Groups.
Two entries only per blog for Single Wheelies.
What I bark. Goes. I can do what I like with your entry. Teehee. My judging is it. Final.
Use the email link on my sidebar to send your entry photo by March 14th latest please and call the file attachment by your name.
Please give a little information with your photo entry.

Miss Enid's entry might be like this : -

Owners Name:- Eric
Wheelies/Family Name:- Miss Enid Wheelie on Wheels/Eric's Wheelies
Approximate age; - Ancient.
Pedigree and Birthplace :- Pedigree Soft Toys of Ireland.
Ambition : - To teach Matters of Etiquette to all dogs to bring about Wheelie World Peace.

For those very few readers wondering where Eric is today, he's busy. In fact. I do believe he may be tied up. With something or other . . . giggle. . . .

BIRTHDAY TEA WITH PETEY

2010-02-21T23:51:00.001Z

Hello everybloggie. Been a sad time. Our chum Hamish left to go to the bridge. Such a grand old chap. Wise in word and deed.

Occasionally. Rascal ones! He left a comment on my blog not so long ago. Yapping about a neat terrier trick he'd pulled at the tea table when he was a young 'un. 'Course. I encouraged him to blog about it. Made me laugh my square head off when he did. Read it here on his blog. A right funny feast.

Straight after, inspired by Hamish's teatime tale, I put my paw to paper. Wrote a poem. Barking about the time me and Petey had just spent in London for his birthday treat (Petey's Birthday is this week everybloggie. Mica's too. Woohoo!!)

In my square noggin', as I wrote, Hamish was with me. Knew he would relate to my poem. Like to think now he might even approve. So. As they do in the front of fine books. A dedication. "This poem's dedicated to you my dear chum Hamish. Thanks for being you. Until we meet again."

Petey's Birthday Tea.

I wanted to treat my pal Petey
It's his birthday week you see.
I knew just where to take him.
The Ritz for a right slap up tea!

We nibbled and scarfed down biscuits
Munched on sandwiches. Marmite and Spam.
Sunk our teeth into Carob Gateaux
And a Victoria Sandwich with jam.

Millionaire Shortbread and Coconut Kisses
Cakes Coffee. Lemon Drizzle. Blueberry.
We couldn't bark no to crumpets
Or cupcakes topped off with a cherry.

Stuffed down tea cakes dripping with butter
Dundee cake. Flapjacks. Apple pies.
Bloggies. You would never believe it
But our bellies. They doubled in size!

Of course! Barkday cake for Petey
A Kitty log one, fresh 'n scrummy.
We belched out loud with pleasure.
Was completely. And utterly. Yummy.

Wolfed down plates of pink fondant fancies
Boy oh Boy. That tea was a winner.
As stuffed as we was. We loosened our togs.
And trotted off to the Savoy. For Dinner!

Happy Birthday week to you BFF Petey. Your kittie bro' Mica too. Have a wagging wonderful one!

LEGGING IT

2010-02-12T17:02:00.018Z

WHAT THE FOXIE ???

2010-02-07T18:00:00.011Z

Yooohooo! Over here everbloggie. In my naughty corner. Scary stuffie to bark about. Started when we got a relentlessly huge post sack delivered square on our doorstep. Was all over it like a rash when I sniffed out it was from my sweet Lacie. Then I read the label. "For Miss Enid" Grrrrrrrr.

Carried that heavy old sack of potatoes right over to another one. Lumpy old Miss Enid! Nice of me though eh? Course. Untouchables wobbled over on their wonky wheelies too. Old silly's. Such terrier temptation.

Quickly upped Sweet Pea for a bite or two. Ewww. Nasty. Nothing sweet about sawdust. (Note Miss E with a grimace on her old boat race. Giving me the Evil Eye)

Next. Jumped up and kidnapped irksome Albert. Took him to my blanket for my Eric special Eradication Programme. Which is why I'm here. In the naughty corner. As if I care. Given me time to ponder. And pontificate. Bout some wheelie weird going's on here lately. Hell's Bells bloggies. Scary stuff. Noticed first as Miss Enid squinted at the customs label on her parcel. Picture of innocence. Or. Not???

Crumbs. Kind of reminded me of something. You too? Hmmm. Bark it out then. Thinking it's something like the back end of a bus? Err. I mean. Terribly familiar?

YES! YES! YES! You got it. Lacie and Miss Enid. Both made from the same Big Butt Mould!!! What are the chances of that? Then. Recalled. Another co- incidence. Maybe. Or. Are them wheelies. . . GULP. . . up to no good . . .

Put your pies on Albert. Arriving here last summer.

Then on Lacie. In her finery last Autumn. Would you Adam and Eve it? Like seeing double. . .

Another. Co-incidence. Sweet Pea Clementine. Last Summer. Wheelie flying . . .

And Scruffy. Flying Tutu. At Halloween. Bark about two Sweet Peas In a Pod. Holey Moley. All them co-incidences. Called for a brave inspection of my pesky wheelies. See what the foxie's going on.

NOOOOOOOO!!!! What's happening? Uncanny. My. Wheelies. Are them. THE HOLY TERRIERS!!!

And they. THE TERRIERS. Lacie. Scruffy. Stanley. Are them. MY WHEELIES.In Triplicate!!! AAAAAAaaahhhh!!!!

VERY FEW WORDS ON A WEDNESDAY

2010-01-27T08:30:00.006Z

WFT?!!!! Translation. What the Foxie.....

Do I look a happy chappy? No. Arresting aroma's all around. Tormenting terrier walks every collection day.

Reduce landfill! Cut the collections! Save carbon emissions!

Ban Terrier Torture! Bark No! To tempting trash bins. Yes to Ecological Awareness!

I'm ingesting in recycling. Big time. (Before you ask the indelicate question. I use compostable woopsie bags. Hmm. Should I order double my usual quantity?)

Yep. Doing my bit everybloggie. Recycling more. Wasting less. To save our Planet.

WAGGING OLD WEEK

2010-01-15T10:00:00.005Z

Ho!Ho! Ho! Santa came early this year. Parcels from A Merry Car! Loads of lovely loot from Baby Rocket and Hootie.Just for leaving a comment on their 100th blog. Specially sooper dooper of them.

A box stuffed with treats, a coat, singing stuffies. Wooohoo! A many legged Rudolph! Sweeties for the Squares. Which they've stuffied already. Squillion of square wag thanks BR and Hootie. Made my day.

Then a parcel of gorgeous goodies arrived from Jake and Fergie. Golly!!! Bark about generous .Tons of thank you's Jake,Fergie, Moma and Nina girlie. Want an i-spy at our goodies?

See my cosy neck warmer? Think it shows up my fuzzy fizzog to perfection? A bookmark. With me on. For moi. Shucks. Was in such a wig-wag let Miss E borrow it for her books. Know what? They even sent Mom a present. Miss Enid too. Proper pucker monogrammed napkins.

She uses them for breakfast.( Milky tea. Bone shape toast with marmalade. Laid on her lacie cloth). Miss E said her Eat A Cat book states paper serviettes are most Prim and Proper for Partaking of one's Break Fast. Cloth for Afternoon Tea and Dinner. Notice something then? Wasn't nasty to ancient Miss Enid. My new Years Resolution everybloggie. Nooooo. Not gone soft in my Nutcase. It's a well known fact New Year resolutions are only kept four weeks. At most. Giggle.

While I'm showing you presents. Want a gander at what Cousin Ruby Dog gave me and Mom for Christmas? Careful. Cos it'll make your pies pop right out of your head.....

only my own camera!!! Boy oh boy. Girlies! Book your fashion model shoots with me now. I'll be like them Doggie Bailey and Norman Barkinson famous fashion photographers. Done 3 shoots already. I'm holding an Eric Photo Exhibition. So. Keep 'em peeled. (Note from Square Mom: Before you doggies all yap "I want one on those" you need to know it's broken after only 3 uses. Lots of Amazon reviews say the same too. We're trying to exchange it. Don't let on to Eric it's broken will you? He'll be devastated.)

Yeah. Thanks to kind bloggie pals. Been a happy old week in Square Dog House. Want proof? See for yourself everybloggie . . .

Ooooo harHAAAArhaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!

PAWZ FOR THOUGHT

2010-01-06T17:00:00.008Z

Hey everybloggie. Know my pal Grumpy Bobby? UH.OH. He's not only grumpy this week. He's angry too.

Flipping 'eck. Look at his nashers! Nasty. Anyways. Here's the story. Bobby's leggeds foster all sorts of abandonded or ill treated doggies for Paws for Thought till they get a furever home. They fostered Martha, Bobby too till they decided to keep him.

When he's not grumpy. Or angry. Bobby blogs about the never ending succession of dogs his family voluntarily foster. Like these two cute puppers. But. Some lowlife this side of the pond. (Got to be Pond scum. Scrapped from the bottom) Has been swiping the dog and cat food from the Paws for Thought animal food donation bins in all the local supermarkets. Whatever their reason. It's not right. Can you blogging believe it? Stealing from charity. Made me mad. Madder than mad. Grrrrrrrr. The fosters rely on a bit of help like that 'cos they pay the upkeep for the rescues they care for. So. Can you wag over to Bobby? Send him a paws up? He hardly gets any visitors. Might get him back to his normal grumpy self. You can give help at the Paws for Thought web site if you want to. (UK pals you can help by donating unwanted dog or cat items too) Whatever. But definitely. Leave Bobby some poop for the pond life!

FESTIVE SPOT THE DIFFERENCE GAME

2009-12-31T14:00:00.009Z

How was your Christmas? Mine? Been busy. Expanding my belly. And my brain box. Devising a Festive End of Year Game for you to play. Thoughtful eh? It's a SPOT THE DIFFERENCE GAME. Know it? When two photos look the same. BUT. There's a small difference in the second photo from the first one. Phew. Got it? (Mango. Pal. No need for you to tax your relentlessly huge head. Get Dexter to do it) Play bowing to you everybloggie. Here goes.

QUESTION 1 . Easy Peasy one to start. I'll help. Spot the difference between

me hanging up my Christmas stocking for Santa, Martha and Bailey

and this photo of me opening my Christmas stocking the next morning. See??? Teehee!!! Thanks a squillion Martha and Bailey. But. Didn't I bark to put Pupcake the right way up?

Question 2 Now. Spot the difference between this . . .

and this . . .

Would you blogging believe it? After all my effort. Wasn't allowed either.

Question 3 Spot the difference between this photo . . .

and this . . .

Hmmm. Tricksy. Cos our eyebrows and beardie are 'xcatly the same. Crumbs. Don't think do you . . .I could be a Santa Clause clone?

Question 4 This one's a brain drainer. Spot the difference between this . .

and these . . .

Did you put your pies on it? HAAAA!!! A trick question. The answer of course. NO DIFFERENCE AT ALL. Both are Mince Pies !!!!

Question 5 Last one. Spot the difference. This Wishbone from the Turkey . . .

and this . . .

WHAT THE HECK???? Who put that photo there??? Silly blogger. NO similarity between those two pictures. None. WHAT SO EVER.

Okey dokey. That's it. Game over. 2009 nearly too. But one last photo. From me to you. Wishing you a wig wagging good one. Truly. May all your hopes and dreams come true. Happy New Year to you and yours everybloggie.

ERIC'S CHRISTMAS MESSAGE

2009-12-22T18:00:00.019Z

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Been yapping along to my park song while I've been hanging around waiting for you everybloggie. Catchy tune eh? I'm off for a Christmas walk in my Royal Bushy Park. Want to wig your wag along with mine? Got something special for you to peep your pies on. La da da ...I'd like to go there now with you... ladadadaa... bark along now ...

While I alight from my Mini Royal Carriage.

Come on.Get a move on. Got over a mile of Chase Me's to do down Chestnut Avenue.

Stop once in a while for a sniffy snooter. (Note to self. Ask bloggies if I should consider entering the Rear of the Year Competition in next month's Play Dog) Haaaa!!

One of the wild natives of the park. Gulp. He's a big 'un. Take a peek at that Relentlessly Huge Christmas tree on top of his dear old noddle.

Like the pink skies? Ooooh ..blows my mind ...tra la lalala la

Uh Oh. Stream's turned into a deep freeze. Full of frozen fishies. Bigger Uh Oh. Fire! Fire! London seems to be Burning.

Ready? Steady. Go! Got to find my special place.

Got it. Gander way up. Up. Up. Above my square head. (You can big it) In the tree. See? Shucks. Gone all shy.

See??? It's Mistletoe!!! Growing right. There. In the tree!!!

So. Put it there pals.

Then. This side. Plonk one there too. Us Euro Doggies. You know. Kiss. Kiss. Twice!!!

[Glitterfy.com - *Glitter Words*]

Have a wagging one. Thanks a squillion for keeping me company this year. Been a blast.

Now. Xcuse me. Got to skeeedaddle. all come out to groove about...la da da dada aaa... oooo sooo beautiful....

CHRISTMAS SHOPPING

2009-12-19T12:00:00.005Z

Hey everybloggie. Has your Mom. Yawn. Been shopping forever like mine? Yep. Mom returned from yet another shopping trip with startling news. For me. Bout Wheeless Winston. Our Pesky Foster. Who stayed with us during the summer. Here's me saying goodbye. Aw. Aren't I a sweetiepie giving him my special Eric kissies?

Well. Off Winston went. To his new family in A Merry Car. Jake and Fergie. Then nooo. Mom Square and theirs only went and did an EBay Wheelie exchange.Boy was I MAD. Export one Pesky Wheelie. Only. To have another take it's place. Darn it. Best part was Sweet Pea (arrg yuck ) bought with her all these super stuffies specially for me.

Scrumptious these stars. Stripes are tasty too. And isn't my special home tailored stars and stripes blanket well wicked? Thanks a squillion square pals.

But back to Mom's shopping frenzy. In her favourite store. Liberty's. Told me she was on her way to look at these . . .

when out the corner of her pies. She spotted something. SHOCKING. She'd only sniffed out where Winston's wheelies wobbled off and went. Bloggies. Cast your mincies. Over this!!! Specially his lower regions....

Haaaaaah harrrr!!!!!! What a HOOT. They used his wheelies...ooohhhh to make a lamp!!! He's called Sampson. Tooooo funny!!!!! No kiddin'. Check it out. You can buy him here. Crickey. Hope Winston doesn't want 'em wheelies back. Sampson sells for squillions. £705.00 that's $1169.77 smackers!!!!! Noooo. NOT a typo error. Remember Bloggies. Do as I do. Keep 'em peeled. You never know where they might wheel up. Anyways. Toodleloo. Gotta run. See a Man about a Dog. Yoohooo Meeeeeess Enid where are yoooooooou???? Kiss your wheels bye-bye. Soon be Missing 'em. Wooooohooo. Eric's in the money!!!

FLAT OUT IN NEW YORK

2009-12-13T17:00:00.009Z

I went with my Squares to the Apple
Dozed and snoozed for most of the flight.
Next day.Soonest. I visited Asta
Where we dined 'n smoochied all night!!!

Now her brother seemed sort of puzzled
Ears all up in alarm!!! Poor Duffy.
"Is that you Foxy Square-what's happened?"
"You seem sort of FLAT and not FLUFFY?!!"

Toffee pupcake sent over her Mommy
To visit Asta. And me. Eric Flat.
Yep. She played a mean game of tuggie
While still wearing her Ladybird hat.

Before me and Squares went to Petey's
Gave the Apple some big ole bites
HAHAAA!! My flat self went places!!!
Want to see some unusual sights?

(no photo shopping involved in these photo's!)

First up. Went down Fifth. For shopping.
To Tiffanys. Wanna' a little look see?
Then who would blogging believe it?
At Bergdorf. A cute terrier doggie. Like me!

Next. On my list. F.A.O. Shwartzez.
This Toy Soldier saluted me in
To play 'n taunt Mango sized stuffies!!!
Which I did. With a laugh. And a Grin.

Goosie Gandered Mickey Mouse at Disney.
Met Pluto. Cool. We hung for a while.
In Greenwich I stopped by this Hydrant
For a pee. Which I did. British Style!!!

Wigged my wag. Down. Midtownwards
Spied this building. The Flat Iron. Teehee!!!
Ooh Haaa!! Flat old Eric outside the Flat Iron!!!
Boy oh Boy! Ain’t that somethin’ to see?

Of course I woofed out with Petey.
Who barked out “My Eric. You're thin"
"Even so. You're most dashing 'n handsome
But you would be. Cos you are my Twin.”

“Guess I’ll just carry you places.
Can flat’s play catch with a ball?
Woohoo! I’ve an unfair advantage
Considering you’re not terribly tall”

“Please Eric show this photo to Rosie
To remind my wife of our marriage”
I suppose he was meaning the ballie???
Blush. Not the view of his undercarriage!!!

Lastly. Wagged in style to Marc Jacobs
For a photo session of Me. Me. Me.
As a reminder for Asta. Duffy. 'N Petey.
Biggify. Use you pies. And you'll see . . .

With squillions of special thanks to Asta, Duffy,Petey and Toffee plus of course their leggeds for extending such welcoming paws to visiting squares from across the Big Pee. Me and the leggeds had a total blast. Thanks to Brooke and Greg too who made it possible. DWB rocks!!! ( I'm doing my best to catch up.Be round to visit you as soon as I can everybloggie.)

EAT A CAT - PROPER BEHAVIOUR AROUND WHEELIES

2009-12-03T17:30:00.008Z

Hey everybloggie! Did you know Lakie Lacie sent my pesky Miss Enid a present via my flat self when I was in Boston? Couple of fusty books. Ancient as Miss Enid. And as boring. All about Eat A Cat. Proper Posh.

What's that? Nice of Lacie? NO. IT'S. NOT. Lacie and Miss Enid have already been advising Eat A Cat matters on Lacie's blog. Silly Miss Enid's got's it into her sawdust to teach me how to mind my Pees. And Queues. Me? Need teaching? As if. Course I sneaked a peek at her book. When she wasn't wheeling round on her wonkies.

Yep. As I thought. I know it all. Pretty boooooring stuffies. Written in olde fashionede English.

OOhhh. There's a chapter on Eat A Cat Behaviour with Wheelies. Haaaaaa!!! Made me do a proper Lacie smirk.(Said Eric..... tilting his head to one side. ......placing his paw in front of his mouth to stop his giggles escaping. EEK!!!!!!. I'm even WRITING like Lacie now!!!!. And noooo!!!.....writing in purple toooooo.) Miss Enid wants to publish a monthly column with her advice on Eat A Cat stuffie. Where? Can you blogging believe it? Only on my bloggie!!! NEVER!!! So. Who better to teach. You? Than Me? With photo examples for ease of learning. Thoughtful eh? OkeyDokey. Let's get on with it. Lesson One. Eat A Cat Behaviour with Wheelies.

One needs to greet every Wheelie in a companionable manner each morning.

Like so. Light up your face with a wide welcoming toothy grin. Repeat this smile until your jaws are snappin' smiley style. Like Mr.Crocodile. (Pardon me. Let me introduce. Sweet Pea. Travelled all the way from A Merry Car. Via Mom's wheelie exchange programme with Jake and Fergie's Moma. More on that another time)

In polite circles one would follow up with the normal dog to dog greeting.

But. Do be considerate everybloggie.

Make them feel comfortable about it. Next. As new Wheelies arrive. Show enthusiasm.

Look lively! That's the spirit! Jump for joy. Introduce yourself. For example."Good day Wheelie. I'm Eric. Wagging to eat err.. meet you". Here I'm greeting Albert from Germany. He's a Prince among Wheelies. Gave him a Right Royal going over.

Take a keen interest in Wheelies wheel abouts.

Trust me. They will be overjoyed by your surprise visit. As this demonstration of my solicitous approach to Miss Enid whilst studying in the library. Of course. All work and no play makes for a dull wheelie indeed. Give them a play bow.

Enables parts to be exercised that a wheelies oil can can't reach. Sets their wheels in motion tickety boo. Remember. It's good manners to reciprocate by giving chase. Immediately. Don't you just love their exuberance for all games?

Compliment one's Wheelie.

I often whisper sweet little nothings into Miss Enid's ear 'oles. Common Courtesies. Like. "How tasty you look today dear Miss Enid" Miss Enid cried when I told her that. Totally proved my point. They truly do appreciate how you go out of your way to make them feel wanted and adored.

Try one's best to be affectionate. Kissing Wheelie often.

Nose bump to teeth is the usual way. You'll hear them squeeeeel with pleasure. Most rewarding. Show affection in word and deed.

The gentle laying of one's paw (to calm a fierce ferocious wheelie who's been shut in a crate for safety) will be much appreciated.

Wheelies are, by nature, sociable. Take them out for regular wheel abouts.

As demonstrated by my goodly self. Here. At Hampton Court Palace with Miss E and Foster Boy Winston. I'm busy leading them up the Garden Path.

and here, taking Foster Winston out in the zoomer for a spin...

Lucky Wheelies. I even treated them to a museum trip. Nothing they like better than a bit of Wheelie Heritage.

At the end of a long exciting day. Most important. Escort them to bed to watch over them.You never know what they get up to.

Though it's permissable to send a trusted envoy instead.

HAAAA HAAAAAAA!!! Looksee. As if I would EVER do that Eat A Cat thingie. But. Hmmm. Perhaps Miss Enid and myself might be paw sueded. To give you Proper. Pucker. Ette Kett lessons from her old books. Sometime. What say you everybloggie? Now Ette Kett dictates I need to apologise. Sorry. I'm not able to visit your fabulous selves next week. Sniff. Square Mom mentioned something about my flat self. Feasting on a Big Apple. Tootle Pip.

PRESSING NEWS AND TIMES

2009-11-25T12:00:00.005Z

Hey ho everyboggie! You still out there? Or forgotten me? Apologies. Been pressing busy times for the leggeds. Sorry. Not even been able to paw or suede Mom to help me visit you or update my bloggie. Despite my having oodles of Pressing News to bark about. Like this. My bestest pal Petey. He's created a terrific Thankful Award.

To count our blessings for our bloggie followers. I do indeedy. Boy oh boy. Did I do a lot of fox trotting when Petey has given me this award? Darn right I did. I'm passing on to five of you as Petey asked. Before I do. Gotta break the rules and return it to my bestest pal Petey. He's always full of wagging Good Ideas. Like this one. Great intentions too. Ways to raise money for deserving causes. Then his Dedication to Photoshop beyond duty! Remember how his action packed wedding photos included everydoggie that ever blogged???!!! Heck. You get the idea. He's the best. Wicked good fun too. But five only Petey? Gee. Difficult when of course you appreciate everybloggie. Not forgetting our foxy pal sweet Angel Snickers, Butchy and her family.Send many blessing their way too.

Right ho. I'll get on with it. First. Dip the lights. Wait a looooong aggravating minute. Like they do on reality T V shows. ................ OK. In no particular order. My first bark. Agatha and Archie. Their blog never fails to lift my spirits. Makes me laugh my square head off at their antics. Curiously. Often similar to mine. Are truly faithful friends as well as relatives!!! Leave everybloggie chatty and clever, witty comments plus the do THE most fantabulous tours of Boston. For no payment! Don't even expect a tip! Yep. I feel blessed Twinny and Step.

Next.Fergie and Jake. Most times I come away from their blog humbled, often sniffing, a little teary with joy or sadness in equal measure. (I'm in touch with my girlie side) Their beautiful way with words. Always yapping the stuff at the right time, compassionate and caring. The glimpse they give into the reality of US puppy farming has shocked me Mom all the way there and back again. And a bit more too.And make us eager to dig deep and do what we can to help from this side of the big one. Feel truly blessed to be part of their journey.

Drummm rolllllll please. For Norwood. My crazy pal with a wacky sense of humour that has me snorting with laughter. Always. Unfailingly. And his cousin Tula too who's taught me loads of interesting stuffie in a zany way about helping and training reactive dogs. Course I've stored Norwoods froggie stuff somewhere in my noggin too. Paws up to you and cousin Tula! Consider yourself both blessed.

Spotlight. Shining on The Three Terriers. Scruffy. Lacie. Stan. Now. Frankly. They are as they say. A little nuts. A little?? Understatement !!! Wag to their blog with a big grin of anticipation on my chops and leave with a wider one. Funny beyond measure. Wickedly off the wall. Woof with pleasure at their antics and witty comments. Generous. Clever. Yep. That Lacie. Mixes a mean martini too. What ever I bark. Love her to pieces really. Boys too. Bless 'em.

Last. But nevew least. Everybloggies deawest friend. Asta. For taking us to the best pawties. Inviting us to dinnew pawties with simply dogalicious food. For smashing photo's of hew pwetty self. Her sweet natuwe. Kindness. Extending the paws of fwiendship to every fouw legged and remembering all those in need. And her lisp makes me giggle. She gives sensational smoochies too. Hewe's squillions fow you Asta. XXXXXXXXXXX
Love Ewic. (Gee that r/w thingie is hawd to do)

Of course goes without barking. I'm truly thankful for my Pupcake. Sweetie Toffee. Mixed blessing of love,loyalty and good mates. She's funny ha ha. And gazing at her ears sends me into a Foxy Frenzy. Which brings me to other my other Pressing News. Toffee's Mom came to see Me. Me. Me. All the way from A Merry Car. Sadly. Toffee wasn't able to wag over. Not even her flat self. Sniff. Think it's 'cos my wiries were washed down the plug 'ole? My Puffy Fluffies. Put her off? I mean. Gasp. She not only after my Wiry Wagger. Is she???

Still. Had a wicked time with TM. A pushover for a treat. Or thirtyfourtyfifty. Had me eating right out of her hand. And lookie. Nearly as cute as my Toffee eh? I took her for an off lead womble on Wimbledon Common. When. Suddenly. Mid walkies. I did a double take. About turn! As my mincies spied Pupcake. Far on the horizon . . .

We ran in sloooowmotiooooon towards each other. Alas. Sniff. She was only a lookie-likey.

Not my One and Only. And yeah. No need for the comments. My rear end really does look Relentless Huge with my new furs doo. Want to know my other Pressing News? It's Relentlessy Huge too. Jackson, Our Foxy Leader and me are going to be featured in the UK publication "Your Dog" magazine!!! Imagine!!! Me and my Hero Jackson. Together. IN PRINT. Wow!!! What a honour. J1 and Mom Square were both interviewed for a Wire Fox Terrier Breed feature for the December/January issue. Course. Mom was asked to send in squillions of photos of my squarie self. Keep asking her if sent good ones. Showing my best features. "Yes. Yes. Yes. I did Eric" she replies. Every time. Thank Dog. Imagine. . .

My dirty rascal self. Featured in the centre spread. Corr. Think I'm looking wirey enough to entice Toffee over??? Gulp. Hope she doesn't set her pies on Jackson's centre spread instead.

FOR ANGEL SNICKERS

2009-11-22T21:40:00.009Z

The Power of the Dog
by
Rudyard Kipling

There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie--
Perfect passsion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart to a dog to tear.

When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
And the vet's unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find--it's your own affair--
But ... you've given your heart to a dog to tear.

When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!)
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone--wherever it goes--for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart to a dog to tear.

We've sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we've kept 'em, the more do we grieve:
For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-term loan is as bad as a long--
So why in--Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?

But we do. Oh how we do. Completely and wholeheartedly. Our hearts go out to you Mama and Papa Lamb. Run free sweet Snickers. Love follows closely at your heels. Posted by Eric and his Mom.

BAD FUR DAY

2009-11-08T12:00:00.007Z

Hey Bloggies. Need your help. Tout de suite. I'm due to meet my Sweet Toffee any minute. And. No. Dogging. Doubt. About. It. I'm having a Bad Fur Day. Started when the leggeds took one look at dirty old me and decided I needed a professional deep clean. Don't feel sad for me at this stage Dog Kitties and a Hammie.I like going to the Brush Puppies Doggie Parlour. Besides. When Toffee wiggles her flat wag over to me and mine I need to look spiffy. Spruced. Thing was. I'm between my fur strips. Wash and Blow Dry was the only item on the menu for me. After. When the leggeds collected me they went off on one. Snorting. Sniggering. Grinning from ear to there. Seems unlikely but know what? Brush Puppies only went and wishy-washed my Wireys down the plug 'ole. Haven't seen them have you?

Been replaced by some sort of Tufty Fluffies. Oh Me. Oh My. I've turned into one of them Bichon Frizzzzeee Dogs . . .

See what I mean? One Huff. And. A Puff. I'll be blown right down. No need to even ask. . .

. . . I KNOW my bum looks big in this. Maybe. Sniff. Bigger than Lacie's. Hmmm. Noooo. Not possible. Is it?

Yep. Seems I've doubled in size from my normal svelte self. Into a Fluffy Puffy Ball. And. My Wiry Wagger. Where is it? The new one's a corker for Khrya's famous floofie. Daddy Square snorted he's thinking bout trimming my wagger . . .

into a POM POM. Says nearly there already. Waaaaaaaaa!!! Now. Mom is forever using this bunch of stuffs on her bad hair days. . .

Do you happen to know anybloggie. Does John Freida do a range of "Wireys for Fur Ease" ? For Foxies? In need. Indeed.

TRICK? OR TREAT?

2009-10-31T10:00:00.006Z

All was quiet on Halloween Eve. Until Eric started taunting. Teasing. Terrierfying. Miss Enid Wheelie on Wheels.

As the howling hour approached . . .

Eric was. Well frankly. Fearsome.

Frenzied. Even. Ferocious!!!

Screams of Anxiety!!! Anguish!!! Agony!!! Echoed. All around Square House.

Eric was heard to faintly gasp ...what did I tell you everyblog.......

BOSTON MARATHON + ANMAL RESCUE

2009-10-26T08:00:00.008Z

Hello everybloggie. My pupcake Toffee's Mom is one of the special sooper dooper Vets at the Animal Rescue League of Boston. She's got the opportunity to represent them in the Boston Marathon by raising pledges for the League in the hope of winning the coveted Marathon Runners Number that's been allocated to their charity. Can you help her pretty please?

Cos I know she can hare past that slow Tortoise. The winner will be the legged who can raise the most $$dosh$$ in pledges between now and October 31st. 100% of donations raised goes to the Rescue League. They do all sorts of wagging rescue stuff. Go put your peepers over their site anyway to read about their wonderful work. Visit Toffee's bloggie for an itty bit more detail and if you would like to help you can email Toffee's Mom direct : petfxr@gmail.com with the amount you would like to pledge.Ta. Everybloggie. Everso.

WHEELIE WATCHING IN BOSTON

2009-10-14T12:58:00.007+01:00

Sssshhh. Listen. Everybloggie. Can you hear 'em? Wonky wheeling? On what should be a WHEEL LESS WEDNESDAY. Will be soon. I 'xported a special Limey Wheely to A Merry Car for my Twinny and Step, Agatha and Archie. REALLY DID!!!! Sent it over in Mom's suitcase. HAAAAAAHAAAAHAAAAAhh!!!!!

But not before ......

I'd placed a WHEELIE WATCHER tracking device where Wheelies Snooter Hooter should be. OOOOOHHHH HAAAaaaaaaaah!!! Eric smart eh? Was only a a minor irritation for Mom. Chucked her clothes from the suitcase to make room for him.

Thank dog Mango produced copious quantities of suds for washing her one outfit. Dog-a-blogging historical day sending my wheelie watcher over eh? Yeah. Worth brewing Liptons in Boston Harbour to celebrate. Nothing like a nice cuppa tea. You know. Wheelie Watcher already detected Hector Wheelie on the movie. In his movie. Hector checked out some sort of FLATTENING machinery....

EEEK. Flattened me!!! Did you clock Flat Asta, Flat Lacie and Flat Mango's bloggies? Hector really put us visitors through the wringer. Lucky. My Toffee Pupcake seemed beaglesotted by my flat self.

Day. After. Day. After Day. In our Hotel Sweet. Which left Mom time to give Twinnie pointers

in Eric's Master Methods of Wheelie Watching.

Oh Boy! These two are super smart. Looksee. Matching Movers. Looking one way.

Then Goosie Gandering in others.

Even popping up and taking pesky old Wheelie by surprise!!!

And would you blogging believe it. Archie's perfected his own sneak technique.

Agatha. Vigilant. Keeping her pies peeled. In her bomb shelter bedroom.

Seem Twinnie will leav no stone unturned in turfing out those pesky wheelies.

Cunning and cute too. Pawfect peeping. Phew. Everydoggie over the other side of my big pee will be in safe paws with Agatha and Archie Wheelie watching. Won't they? But remember. Everybloggie. Keep your mince pies peeled.

ALLERGY TESTING

2009-10-07T12:00:00.019+01:00

Hi-de-hi everybloggie. Been a while. Forget me did you while you were speaking to Miss Enid? Can you believe her cheek? Wheeling over on her wonkies and blabbing all over my bloggie. Bla bla bla. Foster Wheelie. Bla bla bla. OK. He looked sort of harmless. Maybe. You can never be sure. Thank dog. One less wheelie over here for me to keep my mince pies on. Make sure you've got your pies wide open to watch 'em the other side of the big pee.

Now. Got important things to bark about. Me. Me. Me. And my itchy scratchies. Cos I went to back to the specialist Dermatologist Dog Doctor for my allergy skin test. You can read about my first visit here and more about dog allergies here if you want to) The skin test had to be done while I was brimming over with them itchies. And scratchies. Take a looksee. What they did to me. Warning. It's not. Nowhere near. Nice.

Put me in the land of nod. Shaved a square of my wiries off and stuck a big old booboo with lines of holes onto my nekked square self. Then injected a squillion billion needles into the holes. Each with a different kind of itchy scratchies to determine 'xactly what sets me off. (They know it's not food) Took some of my blue blood for testing too!

Know what? When I came round from noddyland I peed practically a pint on the Dog Doctors floor!! Hah! Hah! That told 'em what I thought of it all. Seems. Sniff. Scratch. Boohoooo. I'm allergic to tons of types of trees. Gazzillions of grasses. Whole bunches of weeds. Household dust (Mom said *!^X#:* bout that one). Loads of other stuffies too. Specially DUSTY OLD WHEELIES STUFFIES. HAAAAAAAHHHH!!! Bye Bye wheelies. Nice knowing you. NOT.

But worse. Much worsest. No joke. I'm allergic to CATS DAN DARES. (shed cat skin).

Meeeeeow.OOOOWWWWWW. Bro is fast doling out his Dan Dares moves.

I give 'em back. Fair and Square. Really. THIS STINKS. We're bestest siblings. He waits by the front door every morning for me to return from my walkies...I cry if he mews to come into the room I'm in..we're often together....

for a quick snuggle. Or when he needs a good washing behind his ears ...

I do it for him. See bro use his Dan Dares on me again? The Bad Boy. Bad news too. Been dog-a-blogging sobbing. And not doing much blogging either. Sticking those allergies in sent me into itchy overdrive. And Mom into Eric watch 24/7. I'm staying on anti- histamines and fish/primrose oils for now. Good news is I'll start my new treatment early next year. Weekly injections of my known allergens to desensitise me. Crickey. Up to 2 years. Paws crossed our Dermo Dog Doctor says it helps in about 70% of cases. But me and Mom both dropped in a dead faint when she told Mom she would need to learn how to give me the injections. NOOOOOOOO. Thank Dog. I've had a better idea. Yeah. Get the foxy nursies in to do it. Agatha! Asta! Lacie! Koobus! That OK with you girlies? Ermmm.Can you wear your new tight nursie froxies? Smmmmoooooking!!! Hot To Trot. Bound to be the cure.

Mom Square. We're very sad about Eric's cat dander allergy diagnosis. We're hoping he's not too badly affected as his problems are seasonal while the cat sheds all year. Luckily Otis always sleeps upstairs day/night while Eric is always downstairs so I can keep them apart as much as possible but it would be hard on them, they've such a strong bond. I've read about a US product called "Allerpet" that helps eliminate cat dander by applying it to the cat's coat. Really aimed at humans but it's the same allergen so guess it could work?! Eric and I would be very grateful for advice if you've got experience of a dog with a cat dander allergy or used Allerpet.Thanks!)

OUR FOSTER BOY

2009-09-24T08:00:00.004+01:00

Good day to you. Miss Enid Wheelie on Wheels here. Eric Esq. is indisposed. At the Dog Doctors having skin tests for his allergies today. No doubt he'll blog about it soon. Meantime Mother's allowed me to use his blog to tell you of us Pensioner Stuffies Summer Venture. I do hope Eric doesn't have my straw innards out again for this don't you? Now dears. Did you read Master Jake and Miss Fergie's story telling of the wheeless wheelie ?

And their heart tugging Smile Box post of the same sad wheelie? Then read on dear readers. Read on....

Us stuffies up here. High on the shelf.
In Square Dog House where we dwell
Want to share with you our secret
So sit. Everybloggie. We’ll tell . . .

How we rescued this doggie from ebay
For a family, right over the pee
Who had fallen in love with poor wheelie
Nina. Mom. Master Jake. And Fergie.

Had seen better days had our foster.
No wheelies. Lost. Sad. And forlorn
But we fell for his charm in a heartbeat
No matter he was tatty. And torn.

Us stuffies we gathered to welcome
Telling. “Bide with us here for a time
While your family are off a-travelling
You are safe here! All will be fine!"

“Foster Boy. Be proud! Hold your head up.
Though wheel less and patched up you be
Your family will call for you soonest
They’ll love you for ever! You’ll see!”

Square Mom fell in love with our foster
Head over wheels to his wheel less charms
Twas a sight we became most used too
Her cuddling him tight in her arms.

Now Eric. Our squarie. He jumped him
Bitied all over his patched up face
That dog. TUT. TUT. No manners!
In fact.He is quite a disgrace.

How different his brother sweet Otis
The Russian Blue grey little kitten
Nicely kissed n purred his greetings
Yes. All in Square House were smitten.

Foster stayed with us all of the summer
Much to Miss Enid’s delight
A companion to dine and take tea with
And company all through the night.

Foster Boy. Now all happy and smiley
Took turns in our garden for hours
And once in a while. Along the way
He would stop to smell the flowers.

Foster penned a card to his family
How he thought of them day and night
Looking forward to travelling home wards
But meantime. He was doing. All right.

By the by. Do hope you like my tune. We played it for dearest Foster Boy everyday to let him know how loved he would be here and in his new home over the pee. Remember. Check Master Jake and Miss Fergie Pretty Spots blog for updates on Foster Boy too! I'll tell you more another time. If Eric will let me. I bid you farewell dearest readers. From Miss Enid Wheelie on Wheels.

YOUR CARD IS IN THE POST

2009-09-16T18:00:00.001+01:00

FOOD FOR FREE

2009-09-07T12:00:00.001+01:00

Hey Everybloggie. How you diddling? I got me a scrumptious tag from Rosie and Bruce. Going to pass it on to my new pals Mack and Sally Anne who gave me that cute new award in my sidebar. And to new bloggie Duffy Asta's little bro'.

Spill the beans on what I ate. But shouldn't of. Haaa!! My most flavourite pastime. Could write a book on it. Better give you just a soup son of a chapter here. Might pick up some tips. Snag free food too.Off lead is better if you can. Course different places are good for different things. For instance.
Indoors

Countersurfing. Spring from 0-60mph in sixty seconds. See. Here's an example. Me nabbing my suprise present from Rosie this week. A ginormous wodge of Rosie and Petey's liver and honey wedding cake! Wasn't that supper? I mean super!!! Thanks a squarie squillion to the bestest Groom and Bride.

My surf supremo was a Chilli-con Carne. Thawing in a Tupperware box. 4 portion size!!!Crunched down all of it. A couple of hours before my junior puppy training class. Alas. Got me the salt water treatment. Even tried to eat it again. Haaaa!!! But no. Still. Everydoggie was grateful for my own little aroma therapy's during the class.

Get you own indoor Take Away. A kittie sibling. Mmmmmm. Krunchy kittie logs straight from the litter tray and steaming hot pussycat puke. Lip smacking lovely. Had plenty.

Riverside

Excellent for fisherman's lunches. Not the squirming bait. Scored a doorstep corned beef sandwich once. Though my aim is to better my pal Florence. Who nabbed a whole Pork Pie. That's no lie either.

Shameful. But. I waded in the water once to eat the bread a granny and little grand leggeds were throwing to the ducks. Haaa!! I hate water too!!! Strange. Haven't been walking Thameside during fishing season this summer.

My Royal parks

Deer. Rabbit. Horse. Poop a plenty. Free. Take my bark for it. Truly. Scrumptious. Shame I'm off it lately. Not touched any since the sky light up with a huge flash n boom as I was nibblin' on them bunny kibbles.Think it was Dog's way to tell me to lay off it?

Picnics. Ingested many a tasty morsel left by picnic peeps for me. What? I'm not telling.

Couple of weeks ago a legged was feeding bread to them brown uglee ducklings with the fierce white Momma's. I zoomed over and gobbled down the bread. Brave eh? Mom said" No Eric -foolish" Huh. Spoil sport. Dotty legged feeding 'em was mad with me too.

Little Local Parks

Chock full of bounty. Them little leggeds hide half of their lunches in the boundary hedge for me. Had many a sandwich. Biscuits. Veggie sticks.Got the picture?

Dig up fresh kitty krackers here too. Compliments of Chef Cat across the park.

And plenty of bones. One time I was digging up dem bones every visit. Some EEEENORMOUS. Had to DRAG 'em over to show the leggeds. Daddy Square laughed till I dragged over one exactly like a leggeds arm...............Sigh. haven't been to this park for yonkers either.

Pavements
Perfected my Eric Grab n Go* method. Patent pending. Lingering encourages the "drop it" yell. Darn it. I do sometimes too. Had many a lick of a Pavement Pizza left by some wobbly youff from the night before. Chips outside the Cish and Fhip shop. Delicacies outside the delis. Bread outside the Bakers. Get my drift? My list is endless. Take my tip. Saturday and Sunday early morning walks bring the best rewards.

Last weekend at cousin Ruby's. Payback time for the leggeds!!! For not taking me to Parizz. Gotta bark. Excelled. Even myself!!! Saturday. Snacked on krunchy kittie logs. Followed in the afternoon by a couple of paper cupcake cases. Then a quick counter surf snack after dinner from Ruby's dog food container on the kitchen counter. Sunday. Ahhhh. Scoff on the paw. Grabbed a half eaten one of these....

Drooling delish Doner Kebab from the pavement on my my morning walk. Resisted the" drop it" yell. Along with the forcible opening of my cakehole. Ate it all up. Yum Yum Yum. Wouldn't you? Same day. On my afternoon walkies I joined a family picnic. Uninvited. What the heck. Clocked up 0-160mph running from one field to once I got a wiff of this cookie in my snooter.

Know what? The Wise Man who said " A Gingerbread Man is for life. Not just for Christmas" . Was right. Oooohhhh Haaaaa!!!! Mommy Square was puce when she finally caught up with me. In time to see me polishing of the last crumbs of gingerbread boy's tootsies on their picnic rug. Must of been all that running yeah making her all red? Nothing to do with the lille boy a-wailing "waaaaaa that naughty doggie ate my special gingerbread man" as she dragged me off. Mom told me I have to put a photo here to show you I can be obedient. Huh yeah. When I know it's finders keepers I can do table manners.

See? Me doing my two paw trick. Waiting patiently for the OK to gobble down Petey and Rosie's Wedding cake. But bloggies. What a payback eh? Totally worth it. To finish. I pooped all over during the the middle of that night. Shame. Mom cleaned most of it off. Even when I barked politely to her pretty please not too.

Everybloggie. Dog. I'm excited. Finally got picture proof for one of Joe Stains coveted awards. Haven't I? Trouble is. Feel a bit of a dog now. Leggeds say Eric week is coming up. A whole week for me. Me. Me. In the country. Places to wig my wag. Steal some swag.Seaside strolls. Ice creams n stuffies. Paws crossed there is one of them Parizz towers for wireless connection. Then I can visit you too.