I'm actually writing this post while sat on the sofa watching Britain's Got Talent. The dog really did it for me the other day. I am totally in love with it. The first time she came on with him, I actually cried because of the close bond of the two of them. That dog clearly adores her and it really plays on my heartstrings - and that's because I know what that dog must mean to her. As a family, we had our first dog in 2005, a Bedlington called Dylan. He's a bit of a funny one keeps himself to himself and appears to be a bit nocturnal - rarely plays during the day. He sits very proud and his gait is very 'show ring' style. Here is a pic of him not quite making eye contact with the camera:
Last August, quite out of the blue we acquired a 5 month old Shih Tzu puppy. He had been mistreat and it was a matter of the couple either giving him up, or my sister reporting them for cruelty to the RSPCA (they were a relative of her OH). The day my sister brought him certainly changed our lives. I absolutely adore him. We renamed him Buddy (it was Zorro but it really didn't suit him).
He follows me around everywhere (and I mean everywhere). He waits outside the bathroom while I shower and at first likes to investigate the noise of the shower. If I go upstairs during the day for anything, he'll follow me and lay on the edge of my bed. He follows me to the garage and to peg the washing out... I think you get the picture!
He's so funny, mischievous, naughty and great company for Dylan - that's when Dylan wants to play. He loves the cats and follows them around, which sometimes turns into a chase - despite being told not to do it. The feeling from the cats is not always mutual mind. He does try to get near them:
|This is just after Buddy had surgery - he always tries to get near to Tiggy |
- he was a bit hampered here with his 'lampshade' on - although he managed
an impressive Houdini act quite a few times and escaped from it!
|Here he is on the sofa in the conservatory with Katie Kitten (I still call her that even though she is |
approaching 5 years old). He does love them but sometimes he pushes his luck and she runs off behind the TV!
Greenhouse zipped up, my husband nipped out somewhere at the weekend and no sooner had he gone, both dogs had found a way in... they chewed the corner to make it loose enough on the frame so they could crawl under the bottom at the front in order to get in. Well, my husband lost all of his pepper plants last year to Buddy's penchant for plant pots - of any size, of any colour. He never learnt from the first one going - he lots them all. This year, the late frost and bad rain of the last couple of weeks put paid to some of the stuff he'd planted, bearing in mind the last mini plastic greenhouse was in a bit of a sorry state!
Once he'd done this, he kept the plant pots as a trophy - empty pots are dotted around the house - these are his favourite 'toys'! Most of his toys are improvised from something he shouldn't have had in the first place.
Here are a few more shots of his exploits:
|This was the first pack he'd had all over the drive, the packet at the bottom of the picture would |
have been his next victim had I not caught him. I thought he was being quiet - and that usually means trouble!
|A 'snowball' bauble which had become victim at Christmas |
- as well as other stuff off the Christmas tree!!!
|This is my husbands GQ magazine after Buddy met the postman|
before anyone else did. This actually came in a grey plastic bag too.
|This was once the tie-back to my lounge curtains. Despite being told and told to leave them alone|
this is how it ended up one mischievous day
The following pictures are some of the places he gets himself into - and too good a photo opportunity to miss!
|This is my mums 'chariot' - I've also got one of the cat on it at a |
different time - they must fancy a ride or something!
|Sat at the table - he'll take any opportunity if someone hasn't |
put the chairs back properly!
|He started getting into the bath not so long ago. It usually means he wants a drink of water|
so I have to fill up the jug we used to use to swill the bath out with. I then have to
clean the bath out because of the footprints.
|How ironic he should be napping near this pillow!|
|Dylan ripping into his Christmas pressie...|
|another shot of Dylan doing his favourite thing... he loves pressies!|
|Here is a picture of my gorgeous fur-babies. They're probably waiting for a treat here.|
I know this post is nothing to do with crafting - but if I'd have gone on a tangent during another post - it would have made it a bit longer than this one.