Get Out Of Town Or The Flea Gets It!

I should’ve known better than to leave my best toy in the garden. I’d gotten so excited about someone being at the front door that I abandoned ‘Pink Flea.’ The fox that continues to laud around on my patch has decided to send me a warning. 

Thankfully, mum is a fully qualified Flea surgeon and has managed to graft Pink Flea's legs back on. Any longer and the legs would've died. I’ve learned my lesson but every night aAt 9pm I’m ready to patrol the perimeter. Be warned Mr Fox…this is MY garden.

Outfoxed

First off let me apologise for my lack of activity. My excuse may be elaborate but it’s worthy. Back in August, the old folks decided it was time to pack up and move to a new house. I wasn’t overly keen at first but I’ve walked straight into the middle of an underground crime syndicate. I’ve taken it upon myself to clean up this neck of the woods but it comes at a price. We are surrounded by a mob of cats governed by a mysterious shadow. I’ve tried my damndest and after many chases through hedges I’m starting to make some head way. 

The cuts and bruises I’d accumulated up until this point have paled in comparison to what happened next. One dark evening, I came face to face with the mysterious shadow. He never said much but his bushy tail swished a torrid tale. There’s just one fox to rule all of the cats, scare him off and his minions will follow. He’s laid down the gauntlet but I’m taking back my home. He has stole my chews and run off with my toys but I wont give up. He has even sent his speedy squirrel scouts along my fence to keep tabs on me. I'm not having it, I’ll chase until I can chase no more.

However one fateful morning, I saw one of his henchmen down by the lake. I couldn’t resist, my bottom jaw quivered wildly and when he ran, I gave chase. I was overcome with excitement and I wasn’t thinking. He leapt over a wall, I couldn’t jump as far and suddenly I was falling. I crumpled into a painful heap and screamed for dad. He rushed to my aid and begged me to end my crusade against Mr Fox. I couldn’t promise such a feat but we got me home. 

Mr Fox may have won this round but after a few weeks of recuperation my limp is gone and I’m back out protecting my patch. Nothing will get the better of me…nothing!

This is the comfiest look out post.

A little hound tomfoolery

Ode to a Hole

Down there lays just dust and dirt

When paws are digging, it does not hurt

It simply flies and scatters clear

Until above ground, is just my rear

Once it’s dug it’s time to lie

The dirt I love but the parents sigh

If only they knew our Egyptian past

They dug many holes but not in grass

Under the hot sand it grew colder

We greyhounds simply became bolder

 

At the end of the day, the hole is for rest

Yet the parents still remain unimpressed

Digging is my passion and I shall not stop

Even when I accidentally destroy mum’s crop

The holes I dig are works of art

They can fill them in... but it’s just the start

A Wee Jaunt

Sorry I’ve taken so long to blog, folks. I’ve been off on my travels and officially made it to my third country, Scotland. We went to dad’s homeland and I met some more of my extended family. There were so many people to meet and things to see. I struggled to sniff it all in. On one of many walks, I was renamed Olav by Jennifer (dad’s niece), she’s very small, which truly fascinates me. These little humans are always full of beans and very protective of their balls. I can never resist a ball, especially not a spectacular rainbow coloured one! Everyone was so welcoming and fantastic and I can’t wait to go back and see them all again.

My first glimpse of the Wallace Monument.

 

There were so many highlights, that I won’t be able to fit them all in, but I’ll try. However, one thing I don’t see the point of, is climbing giant mountains. We went up this mountain, easily taller than Everest, called Dumyat. It was so windy at the top that my tongue kept slapping me in the ear. I like the taste of ear wax but not that much. It was so steep and I was exhausted but thankfully on the way down we discovered a paradise pool. Now that was lovely.

Then, it was off to Edinburgh to meet Uncle Ian and cheer dad on at the Edinburgh Marathon. While he was pounding the pavement, I was revisiting my regal roots at Edinburgh Castle with mum and my uncle. I don’t think I’d like to live in the castle though, it’s on a big hill and there’s not much of a garden. (Plus they won’t let me in.) Still, I did enjoy myself and I got fussed by some Chinese tourists. I can’t wait for my next trip.

 

Ps. Scotland makes very good water…the best I’ve tasted for a while.

Right, I have some important things to be doing, so ciao for now.

The Maniac in Blue

I should’ve known, you know. The continuous waft of fish had been lingering around for some time but it really kicked off the night before. It was time for bed and I headed upstairs and dutifully stared at the bedside drawer. However, dad just stared at me and made no attempt to open the drawer for my before bedtime chew. After twenty minutes or so, I was pretty tired and my teeth have been achy recently, so I let this break in routine go.

When I woke in the morning with mild exuberance (mild because I was running low on energy, from lack of treats), I headed down stairs. Only to be greeted by another break in routine. Just what the hell is going on? Out came the lead and I just couldn’t help myself. I love breakfast but I’d give it all up if we go for a walk. So off we went to my usual haunt, I checked and replied to my Pee-mails before we set off in a rather unusual direction. Before I knew it we had turned up at an old house, an old house that I had been to before.

We went in and unbelievable smells engulfed my senses; I stretched my neck and puffed my cheeks to get the full whiff. As I caught sight of a moving box on a child’s lap, I moved in for a closer look but it only scurried further. But then, with pricked ears I spotted…oh my…a cat…in a cage.

“Olive,” said a voice.

There she was, the gentle blonde woman who would soon be known as my nemesis, the maniac in blue.

I could feel the panic, the sad look on dad’s face as this maniac walked me away from him told a thousand tales. What’s going on? No treats, no dinner and now some crazed random is taking me into a bright white room. I couldn’t take it anymore but before I could hatch my plan, I fell asleep. If it wasn’t for this sore tooth, I would have thought of something quicker.

I opened my eyes to a smiling face and finally some food. It was a bit squidgier than I was used to but I ate it all the same. There must have been alcohol in it because I was a bit wobbly.

Finally, the maniac was gone and before I knew it, mum and dad were waiting for me.

It turns out that someone had the bright idea to take out twelve of my teeth but since that day, the lingering fish smell has disappeared. However the distinct lack of wit from my ‘family’ has not. If I have to hear them sing ‘All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth’ one more time, there is going to be a brown surprise in the hallway.

Five Favourite Licks

I thought I would share with you all, five of my favourite licks. They are in no particular order but the more stolen they are, the better.

1. A spot of Shiraz.

2. Delicious ice cream.

5. Crisp dust.

3. Almost finished tubs.

4. Birthday cake.

I’m off to sun myself in the garden but next time I’ll share my trip to the Lake District with you. Just got to catch those rays while I can.

The White Stuff

A couple of weeks ago I woke with my usual exuberance. It was breakfast time and I dutifully annoyed everyone until someone grumbled and got up. However when they got up and looked out of the window, sheer delight appeared on their faces and they started shoving me down the stairs shouting SNOW! SNOW! I think dad was talking Scottish again because I didn’t understand what he meant. Being Australian, I was taken aback by it all and confused by Jack and Blue excitedly dancing around. Then the door opened and the crisp cold air nipped at my ears. I had no idea what it was and all I wanted was a bowl of the finest kibble. Snot was dripping faster than ever before and when I ventured outside, my paws sank until I couldn’t see them anymore. Just what was this white stuff? The longer I stood, the giddier I got, I just had to run. It was so exciting to run through this cold white blanket. After a few minutes of Tasmanian devils and chasing Jack I was quickly bundled into the car with my jacket on and it was off to the woods. It was fun chasing after everyone on the red sliding thing and running through the white fluffy trees after a Labrador. However after a few days of cold feet and sliding face first onto ice, it’s safe to say I prefer an evening in front of the fire to the white stuff.

 

Life's a beach

 

All I can say is…wow…what a trip to Chapel St Leonards we had. I think the biggest shock to me was how damn cold it was! I'm used to the toasty warm sand of Oz that gently massages my pads, not this shelly sort of sand. Once I got over myself, I was able to sprint with the best of them but not as fast as Molly. It was such a lovely day at the beach; I really didn’t want to come home. We had squeaky kong balls, footballs, running, chasing and AND little hot dog sausages from a tin. It wasn’t too comfy sitting on the sand to get them but nothing a good licking wouldn’t fix.

It was a perfect day and we all had an amazing time. We took my brothers and my best friend Molly.I had great fun watching Molly squeak and chase a ball because she prefers to disembowel the fluffy toys like my little brother Jack. The kong balls are the best things since…well…squeaky balls. She’s so funny, I love her to bits. I love my brothers too but it’s just great to compare pee-mails with other girls.

Unfortunately after all the excitement, Jack was struggling to walk and he left a big pile of puke at the back door of the house. Don’t worry, we all resisted the urge to eat it. It was hard though because there were whole mini hot dogs in it!

Happy New Year!

I know it’s been a while but there were too many toys to squeak and birds to chase. I hope everyone had a great time over the festive period. I was overwhelmed with squeaky toys and tasty rawhide treats but the best present of all were my new pyjamas! 

I would highly recommend them to all of my chums. They are unbelievably snuggly and I’m toasty warm all night long. No more nights of tossing and turning, desperately trying to tuck my nose under my legs for a crumb of heat.

I had hoped to see ‘the snow’ that everyone has been talking about but it never appeared. I just hope that the trip to the beach with Molly transpires because I’ve got a lot of stolen mince pies to run off.