A BEDROOM FARCE

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.

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"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 . .

ALLERGY TESTING

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

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.

INTERIOR DECORATING

Hello everybloggie. Have I told you the squares are stuck in a decorating groove? Lucky for them they have me to help out. Been trying my paw as one of them fancy pantz Interior Decoratorz. With affectationz. Zo much more real. Non? Mom was looking to paint the wallz of the khazzee "a zhade of white ". Non. Not blancety blanc. Quezca zay "dirty white? En francaize?

Zo. When I saw wiz my own mince piez the dirty path in the woodz was the exactement coleur Mom waz looking for I waz over the moonz!!! But c'ez tragic. How to carry the coleur in my zquare head? Then. A flazh of brilliance!



I rolled myzelf in the dirty. He! He! He! Why? You azk? Zo I could compare myzelf to my paint chartz for the right coleur of courze!!! Trez bien eh? Oui. I know. I know. I have zooooo many brainz.



Back at the maizon. Zquare. I ztudied the Farrow and Ball Paint Colour Chart. Uzually I'm at thiz trez chic white end of the chart.



Oui. I'm Eric 2006 Great White.



Can you zee? That'z me. Hee.Heee!!! Or. Pozzibly. A couple of weekz after my bath. 2001 Strong White. And you chumz?



Man Ten On. I'm dirty white. Let me ztudy the filfthy coleurz at thiz end of the chart ....



Zoot alorz. Bloggeez. Zis. Deecorateeng. Choozing colourz. Iz giving me a headz ache. I cannot deeecide. I'll call for my Azziztant."Oteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezzzz."



What tu think Oteeeeeeeez? "Easy Peasy Eric" he mewed. "You're a perfect match to 2011. Blackened."



Of courze. He waz right. The old 2005 Ruzzian Blue. Haaaha!!! But not important enough to feature on the chart like me. Mwah. Mwah. Kizzez. And lickz Otiz. Thankz for your help. Now vamooze.

I think the zquares were very imprezzed with my novel decorating methodz. Az the room iz finizhed. Lickety Zpitz. Ooo la la. Zhall we have a peeky boo?



Quelle Horrorz!!!! Where iz the paint???? Non. Bologgiez. Thiz cannot be right. The leggedz have papered the wallz inztead!!! Pppffff. After all my effortz. Ce'zt la vie. It'z back to a dogz life for me.

THE PARTY'S OVER

PETS IN THE CITY

STARRING ***ERIC***

GUEST APPEARANCE ***OTIS KITTY BRO'***

EPISODE 7 THE PARTY'S OVER (A CAUTIONARY TALE)

Cake consumed. Pals departed. Only me left contemplating my barkday.

Do I need a pair of Dame Edna sunnies like the cool dude's on my old noggin'? Does that wiry ever wears his own hat? You know. Important stuff like that. When who comes slinking along? Yeah. Otis Nosey Parker . . .

Sticking his pointy hooter snooter . . .

Where he really shouldn't oughta . . .

Geez.What a nincompoop. Always messing with my head . . .

Uh Oh. Think he's clocked it? Stared it in the face? Cos everybloggie knows.

Curiosity . . .

Killed the Cat!!! Ooo haaaa!!! Only 8 lives now kittie bro' . . .

EYE SPY

On every blog I've visited this week I've been peering through my paws at frightening entries for the Scary Eye Competition. Pawsome game Deezt! Can I play too? I've got the most
dog - gone perfectest photo for this.

Prepare to be scared. Doggie-bloggie scared. Walk on down . . .









On your guard.









No woofing.








No grrrrrr- owling when you see the photo.










Promise you'll be on your best behaviour.








Are you ready?









Paw down









carefully











Wo00hoOO00 - ha, ha, ha! Oo000OOOh! Scary cats! Don't skeedaddle,it's only my whiskers brother Otis. Sorry, did that photo give you the heebie jeebies? Well, I didn't have a scary eye picture of me. And my kittie brother has green eyes. Very Scary Ones. Especially to us dogs with blogs.

See, when I told Otis about the competition he was straight to the pooter, sitting on Mom's lap,pawing through his photographs. Hunting out the purrrrfect one. I hadn't the heart to tell him the competition was only for me. He's been howling and a-yowling at me to enter him, couldn't disappoint him could I ? He's a purrfect brother despite being a cat.

Next time you see him pals (and you will be seeing him again) please promise not to tell him his entry didn't count ok?

Don't forget Deetz Scary Eye Competition is now open for voting! Visit it here

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Mom keeps forgetting to do my wish me-me for me me. It's sort of appropriate to my post so she finally remembered to do it. At last! Here it is.