FOOD FOR FREE

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.

RICHMOND PARK

Everybloggie. Welcome. I'm on an impawtant mission.Here, in Richmond Park. One of my bestest and most favourest places. Just as short wigwag away from where I wag my wig. Did you know it's the biggest Royal Park in London.? An enormous 2500 acres. Full of woodlands. Hills and Dales. Ponds and Gardens. Grasslands and Trees.Teeming with Wildlife. Vast open spaces, pawfect for me to run free. The Park has Royal connections from King Edward in 1272. Woah. Very Olde England. It's a National Nature Reserve too. Best of all it's dog-a-blogging-beautiful. Especially in Autumn.



OOOoooooodles of famous leggededs are around here. See them all the time. Don't want to brag but some of them are chums of mine. Impressive eh? Need to give them guys my most impawtant message. Want to meet them ? Come on. Wig your wag this way. Gander at the autumn show. And remember. Keep 'em peepers peeled for the VIP's. . .



Just take a look at them trees. Showing off. "We can see you trees. Yeah, you're beautiful. Giving those cousins of yours in the NEW England a run for their money eh?" Tee,heeee!!



Get a wag on down this up and downy path, see if them fleet of footededs are around.



Peep over the feathery ferns.. .their hiding place....not there.



I'll leave my calling card. Let 'em know we're here.



Wait up. Pause to pose in all the orange autumn glory. My favouritest colour.



AAAAAhhhhhhh. Sniffed 'em out. On their tail now. Come on. Don't be shy. Let me introduce you.



Bloggies...this is DANCER! PRANCER!



VIXEN! COMET! (GULP.. he's a big 'un) CUPID! DONNER! BLITZEN!



AND..... TA DA!....... RUDOLPH!!!

"Hey guys! Listen up. Get outta here!!! Kick up those hoofsies!!! Off to the Pole with you!!! Make it sharpish. Can't keep Santa waiting. Not long to go now" Phew. Nice one. Another mission successfully accomplished.HA,HA!!!!


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