Tyrone, the Recycled Rex

Tugger - the Ages

I've decided that I shall write a history of Tuggers.

I'm gonna take some photos, do a bit of writing about Tuggers and remember the Tuggers that have been lost at sea. You'll love it. But I haven't written it yet, so you'll have to wait.

Wait!

I'm temporarily changing ST's name

Gonna call him DrillerKiller. I hope he finishes these few 'little' jobs soon.

In other news, I have been asked by the FA to run some motivational sessions with the England football team. I told them I couldn't be bothered. This would change though if I could take some hair dressers with me...You know what I'm saying. Sometimes plaits can be too tight...Short back and sides always suited FP's dad.

DrillerKiller moved a marrow/courgette plant to a place I was planning to dig some holes later. FtLoG, what do I have to do to get some decent digging space in MY OWN GARDEN? 
Additional: DrillerKiller now understands why having more than one pair of shoes is vital. Yes.

Dear World...

...Please help me to find the person in charge of Names so that I can ask for no babies to be named Vuvuzela (see earlier post comments).

Being a dog I gain experience a great deal more quickly than humans (see dog years) and I can tell you from the future that babies named Vuvuzela will be unhappy and friendless. They will not be dog owners. They will probably have squirrels in their attic spaces when they own houses.

This awful warning from the future was made possible by unanimous vote at a meeting of thousands of dogs all over the country who are older and wiser than any human thinks. Listen to us, humans!

In other news, I ate my breakfast this morning and my ears are now recovered. Yays! *punches air*

The lawn is, well, let's just say that the lawn is not doing so good. Thankfully the jumbone plants are beginning to reach out and claim parts of it - I am so looking forward to that crop! ST planted some sprouts next to the jumbones, I think for my convenience in the ongoing squirrel battle. Sprouts are pretty good for throwing (but only pre-cooked ones. Boiled sprouts work like boomerangs - you've been warned).

As you were, humans.

Vuvuzela

I shall now force traffic to my blog by using the word 'vuvuzela'. I bid you all good day.
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That'll do.

Although I don't like it when...

...FP goes out without me, it does give me a chance to wrap ST around my little finger!
Today's efforts brought me more chicken for my lunch and some flavoured rice so no more of that plain rubbish - bleh!
FP attempted to shoot more of that grim paste stuff at me this morning. I discovered it mashed into my breakfast which (again, thanks to some good work I did on ST's heart strings) was some lamb meat. As soon as I tasted that grit nastiness, I went up on the lawn and puked. I think I managed to get rid of it all. Bit worried about the lawn actually. I wish ST would lay some more new turf...

I know she means well but...

...if FP thinks that brown, gritty stuff she tried to inject straight down my throat this morning using a syringe (if you please!) is going to help make me feel better then I think SHE needs to see the vet, not me!

On the up-side, I am feeling quite pleased with the chicken elements of my current diet. Plain boiled rice not so much.

*returns to sick bed and lies down*

Official

I am on a diet of rice and boiled chicken, plus I shall be tussling with FP later on as she attempts to get drops in my ear. I will eventually yield but I'll have rolled around on the floor for a bit.

I am still weak and feeble but will see visitors in ones and twos. Bless you all.

I don't feel well

I need someone to carry me *stands with front paws raised*