Showing posts with label Terrier tunnel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Terrier tunnel. Show all posts

Wednesday, 15 October 2008

Time for a snooze?

Do any of you have memory foam beds? J1 has been toying with the idea of buying one for me for ages to help with my neck problems.. After hours of painstaking research she finally chose this one made by Orvis... it's even got my name embroidered on it!



Whilst it's not quite as stylish as my lovely Cath Kidston bed...



...or as cosy as my terrier tunnel...



it certainly is sooperdooper comfy. J1 wanted to test it, but I told her to clear off! It's for dogs not great big lolloping humans! Bloomin' cheek! I'll let you know if it meets my exacting standards...On first inspection it gets a mighty 4 paws-up!

Saturday, 12 April 2008

Handsome is as handsome does

Guess what? A photo of me looking rather cuddly won first prize in a competition held by the online store, Waggers, manufacturers of my lovely grey terrier tunnel bed. This was my winning entry:



Notice that in the photo I'm sitting inside my Waggers bed. Do you think that this may possibly have helped me to attain this splendid victory? Mmmm.

My prize was a gift voucher for £50. And what did we spend it on, you may ask? Why, another terrier tunnel bed, exactly the same as the last one! You can never have too many dog beds or handbags! (J1 made me add the handbag bit. Sigh.)

Sunday, 2 December 2007

Random facts tag

I've been tagged by my new pals Crikit, Sparky and Ginger and Suki the cat and also my human friend Blue to list 8 random facts about myself. Well, here goes:

1. I like to rummage in ladies handbags. This seems to be a common WFT trait. Take a look at my pal Axel's blog to see what he found recently on a handbag raid!

2. When I visit my pal Molly the Irish Terrier they have to hide all her toys in the garden shed. This is because I go on a toy-destroying mission. You can guarantee that one toy always manages to escape, usually behind the sofa. I go BERSERK trying to dig it out. And then I try and break into the shed. All in all, I'm the perfect house guest!

3. I STILL haven't worked out how to get inside my terrier tunnel bed by myself. J1 or J2 has to hold it open for me.

4. I have finally mastered the Dog Brick toy. Click here to see one of my earlier attempts.

5. I'm always trying to sneak a crafty slurp out of J2's cup of tea or coffee. Sometimes he doesn't even realise until he finds a meaty residue from my beard at the bottom of the cup. Nice!

6. I've recently decided that I prefer being carried up and down stairs by my human slaves J1 & J2. Why exert myself unnecessarily? I need to conserve my energy for destroying toys.

7. I'm named after the song "Jackson" by Johnny Cash and June Carter Cash. I like the Nancy and Lee version too. It could have been worse. J1 wanted to call me Trampas after Doug McClure in The Virginian. Luckily for me J2 protested.

8. I'm obsessed by anything made of rubber. I can track the delightful smell of rubber from a very great distance. And then I go BERSERK (again!). Notice a theme here?

If anydog hasn't done this random facts thing yet and wants to do it, please consider yourself tagged!

Saturday, 10 November 2007

Home again



I'm back! Did you miss me?

I'm hiding in my bed cos as well as poodle legs AND a shaved neck, I've now got a shaved undercarriage! It's pretty draughty so I'm wearing my stylish green jumper to cover my nekkid-ness. J1 says I look like Val Doonican *. What a cheek!



Anyway, we're still waiting for test results and I've got to go back on Tuesday and stay overnight to prepare me for an MRI scan of my brain on Wednesday. J1 says that they're doing the scan to find out what is causing my fits. I think the real reason is that they've never met a blogging dog before and want to examine my GINORMOUS brain and massive intellect.

[* Val Doonican is an Irish singer famous for his hideous jumpers].

Thursday, 15 March 2007

The Return of Jackson

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!