Here I am trying to get treats out of my new toy, the Dog Brick. J1 has hidden treats underneath the tiles which slide backwards and forwards. My mission (should I choose to accept it) is to move the tiles with my paws or my nose to reveal the treats. Mission accepted!
Look what J1 has bought me. Has she gone mad? I'm a dog not a baby! It's a pet stroller and it came all the way from the USA courtesy of Pam at Pet Pals. I know I've been ill but I'm sure I don't need to be wheeled around just yet.
Mmmmmm, on the other hand it could have its benefits, I suppose. It does look rather cosy and if I feel a bit sleepy when we're out I can get her to do all the hard work so I can save my energy for the important things like destroying toys, chasing cats and eating snacks. Maybe it's not such a bad idea after all. In fact I could get to quite like it (but don't tell J1).
Jackson: "I know what's been going on. You've been moving in on my stuff. Grrrrrrrr"
Jackson: "You've been making eyes at Molly"
Seymour: "No, Jackson. Please. Don't shut me in the coal cellar!"
Jackson: "As if Molly would prefer a pip squeak like you. She'd eat you for breakfast!"
Please don't laugh at my poodle legs (no offence to poodles!) This is what happens when you go to the vet for a blood test. They shave your legs and make you look silly. It's bad enough with my shaved neck but at least I've got a big scar there which is definitely winning me extra sympathy and treats. With these legs I'm almost too embarrassed to go out. I think my vet might be a vampire on the side because the amount of blood he's taken recently is enough to fill a blood bank! He took some from my neck yesterday but he did use a syringe and not his teeth (yet), but I've got my eye on him.
My pal Barnaby has just told me about Seymour taking over my blog and trying to move in on my stuff while I was away. Wait till I get my paws on him...I hope that you weren't encouraging him and giving him ideas above his station. Grrrrrrrrr.
Hello, I'm back again! I thought you might like to see a photo of me all snuggly in my lovely bed. It's called a terrier tunnel. I have to get J1 to hold it open for me because otherwise I can't figure out how to get inside it. Doh!
For the second year running a Wire Fox Terrier was Reserve at Crufts. Wooooohoooo. Did you know that the last time a WFT won was in 1978? His name was Ch Harrowhill Huntsman.
I thought you might like to see my rosette. In case you can't read it , it was awarded to me for being the most exceptionally handsome dog on wheels. Ever.
Jackson is back home tomorrow. Crumbs, I'd better destroy all evidence of my blog takeover or he might be very cross.
Until next time...
Seymour x
Seymour here again. I went to Molly's house on Saturday to watch Crufts and I think I'm in love! I know she's supposed to be Jackson's ladylove but I reckon I'm in with a chance. What do you think? Here she is playing hard to get...
...but I worked my charms on her and now I think she likes me! Jackson had better watch out cos I think she might prefer me to him.
Until next time,
Seymour x
Hello, I'm Seymour, Jackson's pal. Jackson had to go back into hospital for a few more days so he asked me to fill in for him. Don't worry though, he's doing OK and should be home again next week.
Home at last! It's such a relief to be back in my own bed.
I asked J1 to add this link to Crufts 2007 for me while I'm away recuperating. My favourite day is the Terrier & Hound day which is Saturday 10th March. I'm hoping to watch it on TV with my pal Molly if I'm feeling a little better. Go terriers!
