ANSWER TO A QUESTION

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.

PAWZ FOR THOUGHT

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

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.

YOUR CARD IS IN THE POST

ZOOMING IN THE ZOOMER

Been a busy old week for me bloggies. Did you happen to clock the Royal command to me from HRH Bailey in my chat box? Eric, could you bring the car round - we would like to go for a spin in the country. It is so good to have loyal subjects. From them Basset skin and blisters, Just Martha and HRH Bailey. Had no choice but to obey did I?




Zoomed up in my car to Scotty Land.
Oh boy I was bursting with pride
To pick up the lassies a-waiting
“Hop in! Let’s get going!” I cried.



But the lassies were back seat driving
As I drove pressing paws on the tooters.
"Laddie slow down! I’m loosing my crown
And the sniffs pass too fast for our snooters.”



As I swerved and screeched down the roadies
Just Martha, to Bailey, cried
“Och Eric! Look out for Miss Myrna!
Take care! Don’t knock her aside.”



“Eric no speeding! Say’s forty!
And One’s in need of a play with one's toys.
Can you stop at the nearest pet shop?
"I’ll pick up a sheep. And some boys.”



“Does Royalty have to halt here?”
Bailey barked as I stopped at the lights.
Thank dogness both lasses fell silent
At the sight of a doggie in tights.



“Och Aye! Hoots Toots! Can you ken it?
Nephew Petey!” Martha yapped in surprise.
I replied “Who would wagging believe it?
Ain't that a real sight for sore eyes!!”



I drove my car facing backwards. Tee. Heee!!
For a dare and a bit of a thrill.
“Eric do stop! One's hearts all a-plop.
We're both feeling decidedly ill.”



As I screeched. And braked. Turned wheelies.
Gave my zoomer a bit of a spin.
Those lassies yapped out “Och laddie!
Can we stop at a pub for a gin?”



Tired Bailey now said "Eric Home. Need my Bed!"
“No zooming!! And I'll dub you an Earl.
As if. This foxies hard wired.
But that Bailey. Ain't she quite some girl?



Haa, haaa!! Bailey must of forgotten I've already got me a title. Yonks and yonks ago. Most appropriate.

My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is: Most Noble and Honourable Eric the Radiant of Piddletrenthide on the Carpet Get your Peculiar Aristocratic Title

Oopsie so yonks ago it's no longer there. But you can buy a real genuine one here !!! Only £14.99. Billy bargain eh? Have a looksie. In the meantime might be over to give you the drive of your life in the old zoomer. (For auto buffs it's a 1959 Triumph TR3A). Seeya. Sometime. Soonest. Keep 'em peeled for me. Toot Toot!