Showing posts with label puppy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label puppy. Show all posts

Saturday, 4 June 2011

A half term haircut

BEFORE
This half term was a staycation with lots of things to do at home (like building the new polytunnel - more of that when it's finished). Funny how we've done lots of things but I can't really remember what. Anyway our main trip of the week was to take one very scruffy Scamp up to see Neris for a haircut.

Neris works with Brian and has helpfully recently completed a course in dog trimming. She also owns two adorable girl Schnauzers - Megan and Lily - and lives a mere stone's throw from New Quay.


Scamp hates car journeys so we hadn't got very far before we had to make the first (of four) comfort breaks. 

Megan pretending to ignore Scamp

It was love at first sight for Scamp as soon as he saw Megan and Lily (and Neris too, but they had met before). 

Lily
The three got on brilliantly so we left Scamp with Neris and headed off to New Quay with our picnic.

Burying R7's feet in the sand
New Quay was full of Birmingham accents, lobster-red cellulite, barely contained breasts and people eating chips on the beach.We joined them while we ate our smoked salmon and cream cheese sandwiches, poked about among the shells and rock pools, had ice creams from out favourite ice cream parlour and then (because we were getting sun burned) went into a shop for new sun hats for H9 and R7 (where I discovered Sesalt Clothing).

Then we collected our newly shorn dog, minus a few big knots (we must brush him more). He was rather reluctant to leave Neris, Megan and Lily so he's now busily growing his coat so he can go back again.

Doesn't he look gorgeous?

AFTER

Monday, 23 May 2011

The best way to sleep...

It doesn't matter...

...what time of day...

...or night...

...the best way...

...to sleep...

...is...

pupside down.

Wednesday, 18 May 2011

The Gallery: Mustachioed

You've been Schnauzered.

The theme for week 59 of The Gallery is mustachioed. The children said NO! so I was left with the usual suspects, one of whom helpfully brought his own...

Click HERE to go to Tara's blog and have a look at the other entries.

Monday, 24 January 2011

Uh oh. More guilt.

I suppose it was inevitable wasn't it? Something else to make me feel guilty. Wasn't it not already enough to have parental guilt? Now it seems I am to have puppy guilt too.

This is where he lies during the day.

Snore. Zzzzzz.
 Of course I forgot he was there. Of course I ran him over.

Guilt.

There was a slight squeak. I'd just run into him rather than over him. Phew.

But.

Evidence.
That was why he squeaked. I ran not over him, but over a bit of fur he happened to leave in the way. It came off, hence the squeak.

Oh.

Lots of cuddles and kisses and I'm-so-sorry-but-I-warned-you etc.

He moved.

Slightly.

Don't run me over again.

Wednesday, 12 January 2011

The Gallery: Body Parts - Hairy chest

I was trying to photograph his inch long eyelashes:


...it didn't quite go according to plan. In fact it was an impossible task. Instead I give you his adorable hairy chest (and a bit of beard and a few teeth).

This is for Week 41 of The Gallery at Tara's Sticky Fingers blog. Click the link the find out more about The Gallery, take part or see the other entries.