OUT AND ABOUT IN PARIS AND LONDON

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!

A SQUIZ

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?

A PROBLEM PAGE

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.

FLAT OUT IN THE COTSWOLDS

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!!!