WHAT THE FOXIE ???

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!!!!

PRESSING NEWS AND TIMES

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.