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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.

PETEY'S STAG PARTY

Hey everybloggie. You know Petey and Rosie are getting married on Friday? Well I'm his Best Dog!!! On account of being his Best Friend. Made me wig my fuzz wagger wig double quick I can tell you.What an honour.Thanks Pal!



Been taking this seriously and mugging up the duties in my Dastardly Book. Like. Hold a Stag Party (that's what we call it this side of the big pee) Include all the Groom's Men. The book said "theme to an activity's the groom is specially partial too". Haaaaaaaaaa!! EasyPeasyLemonSqueezy. Music I put on here for Petey and Rosie was a pretty good clue. Paws a-tippy tapping yet? Catchy old tune...Haaa!! Anyways. Here's what I did. Got loads of balls me.



Hired a fancy pants streeeeeeeetch limo's (mainly to accommodate Mango ) to transport us boys.Hamish, BIL to be Alfie, Marvin, Jake, Mango, Joe, Eric. And The Groom. Petey.(You can bigger all the photo's)



Here we are at the Stag Party Location. Playing Leap Dog!!! Dogablogging. Wouldn't you know it? Petey won. There's a suprise. Then we ventured inside for ....



a little chow down in the restaurant. ZE SVEDISH MEAT BALLS. Ooooohaaaa!!!! Yummy. Scrummy. Then onto the main event. The Ikea BALLROOM!!!! Don't know how I do it. Touch of Eric Dastardly genius huh? Thinking of that. I mean. Who would want to party with the Stag's in my Royal Park????



Party Poopers. All of them. And crickey. More than a little furocious.....



But lookie how Petey's gob was totally stoppered by a big ball when he saw the BALLROOM. Unfortunately. Dogs. Kitties.Hammies. There were a couple of party glitches.



Mango somehow tangled his huge handsome self upsidey down in that pile of balls.Joe was the only witness to this unfortunate event. Ignored Mango's big ole leggeds completely. Thought he was practicing a new meditating position. Well that's what he yapped to me after. Though can't help thinking it could have something to do with Sophie mooning after Mango and their clandestine AFFAIR. But na. Joe's boat race looks the picture of innocence. Don'tcha think? (Last I heard Joe was thinking of giving Mango A DOUBLE STAINS Award after his upsidey down incident.Teeheeeee!!!)



Then those North of my Border boys. Marvin and Alfie. Hoots Toots. Soon sniffed their canny secret out. Sneaking in those humongeous X large Mango sized Scotch Eggies under their Tam O Shanters!!!



Uh. Ha. Clock old Hamish. He sneaked in more than something to eat. Bootlegged booze by the lookie of it. Now he's sound asleep. Pretending he's got jet wag. Haha. As if. He motored down!!!



And Petey. Insisted on his balls being painted Rosie coloured. (Thank dog he didn't want them tartan. Would of been a right old challenge eh Ma?) Word of advice Petey. Scrumptious Scotch Eggs taste a lot better than balls.



Jake and Joe were hollering and whooping after finding the balls of their beloved teams in the ball pit. Lucky dogs. After we all indulged in a new game of Non-Return Fetch we piled back in the limo....



and zoomed over to Soho where I'd laid on a bit of a do. To down a few drams of the hard stuff. Raise a few glasses of cheer to the happy couple. Seems Alfie, soon to be bro in law, can take his liquor. Look at the state of him!!! Disgraceful. Drank us all under the table.



But set my wig wagging to have a last bit of bonding time with my best buddy before we presented him with his wedding gift.



A pair of TENNIS BALL chairs (go check 'em out!) for him and his soon to be trouble and strife. Teeheee!! I mean Wife. The lovely Miss Rosie Posie. Those chairs 'll look wicked in their new house. If they can get them in. Cos I've arranged a little surprise for the happy couple on return from their moneyhoon.



Filled up their wee house with balls.Like the Ikea Ball Room. Sure to make them happy ever after. Wig wagging you my best Wedding Wishes Rosie and Petey!!!

EXPLORING THE WORLD OF WORK. EPISODE 1

Hello everybloggie. Been doing a spot of brain drain. Pondering now I'm into my triple troubles I ought to spread them out a bit. Share them terrierbles of mine with the working world. So. Decided. Try my paw at a series of jobs. Smart move for Eric eh? ( Maybe I'll start a series too. Keep your mince pies out for more episodes). But first up.This one. Eric The Vet. Here's a couple of likely victims. Oooops. Scrub that. Patients.



Kittie bro the one on the left did I hear you bark? Tee,heee!!! Easy mistake. They do look remarkably similar. Troughing away in their matching greys. Mr Piggy was donated to Square Dog Vet Surgery by a kind neighbour. Who hasn't a clue what my toothy pegs can do. After a quick eyeball I took Mr Piggy to my operating area. To remove his annoying snorter. That's when my scrub nurse left the room for a nano of a second. And returned to find major surgery almost completed.



Mr Piggy's vitals. Extracted.



His stupid oinker. Along with a string of porker sausages. Several swabs. Half a pound of streaky bacon. A pork pie. And varied ouch sharpie shockingly nasty bits and pieces. Skilfull and exacting extracting eh? With minimal evasion. AND sleight of jaw invasion. By removing one ear only!!!! No other other surgery incisions at all!!! Yep. The worlds first Key Hole Lug'ole surgery. My very own LIP O SUCTION!!!!!! HAAAAAAAAA!!!!! Hmmm. Got me thinking. Perhaps my sweet friend Miss Flakie Lakie would like me to Lipo her big rear...I mean her ear'ole. What do you think I'd find? Okeydokey. Let's give it a whirl. Remove her ear first. Apply my Eric LIP O SUCTION (patent pending)



Oooooooo. Lacie !!! Lots of Little Black Dating books!!! Chapsticks!!! Holey Moley. Dogtox!!!! Fur Dye!! And finally. "Ateenyweenyyellowpolkadotbikini. Thatshecan'tfitintotoday". Ooooh haaaaaa!!!! What a hoot.I'll do another. Try that ole Key Hole Lug'ole surgery on best pal Petey. Ear'ole off ....quick LIP O and whathavewegothere?



Uh. Huh. As I thought. Chocka Blocka. Full of balls. Then everything came up Rosies!!! Weyhey!!! Isn't that wagging everybloggie? Specially after the sad disappointment Rosie and Petey had lately. (Rosie's leggededs too. Been thinking of them. Bet you have too.) Now. Gotta dash. Spread my terrierbles. And check on Mr Piggy in the recovery ward.



Yep. All's fine and dandy. Looksee how quickly Piggies back up on his trotters. Think I've got me a promising future everybloggie? As a PIE ON EAR IN VETERINARY SURGEON?