It wasn't me!

Today a glass was found smashed next to a packet of biscuits. I have been blamed.
Technically it was me but if I slink about and appear to be sorry enough, I think I can make both ST and FP believe it wasn't me.

Motwoozle - will you ever understand?

Now I realise that for many of you (my devoted readers) this will not make sense but it is essential that I use this space to tell Motwoozle that it is okay to enjoy NunuThunder.

I know that in your everyday life you are downtrodden and put-upon. The significance of the phrase "dog's body" is not lost on me, you know! We have more in common than you think, Mot, except I can rip up bins at will and get away with it whereas you cannot and that is why I am still taking the rap for what you do in the living room these days! I don't mind, because I have grown fond of you over the years and know that if you and I were the only 2 living creatures left on earth you would throw Tugger for me. Yes.

Normal service resumes tomorrow people.

Seeing things...

I woke up a little bit bleary-eyed the other day and thought: "That's strange". I'm used to seeing foxes and squirrels, plenty of birds and the neighbourhood cats from my window but a couple of pandas was something of a surprise...

Charades

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We had people over last night and, after some barking games, we played charades. Above you can see me and my good friend Bella trying to enact a poignant scene from 'The Last Family In Britain', a moving story about how it is for dogs (you should all read it). Bella was representing the wisdom of the older dogs in the book through the medium of lip-licking, and I was depicting the fecklessness of spaniels by waving more than one leg in the air.

Unfortunately our game of charades was brutally interrupted by ST setting off the fire alarm. I doubt that any of you have given any serious thought to how you make an evening really special beyond providing food and drink but I'd say almost deafening guests will ensure that you enter a special place in their hearts.

I enjoyed having Bella over. I showed her my toys (although I didn't let her play with any of them) and we each enjoyed a Dentastix - which didn't make up for the fact that we didn't manage to snaffle anything from the table but you can't have everything, can you?

My Special Relationship with Postie

Over the years, Postie and I have developed what I like to think of as a Special Relationship.

I have included a couple of photo of the front door which illustrate nicely just how we feel about each other. Yes, those are muddy paw marks!

ST caught me out today. He came home from doing some shopping and I was so pleased to see him back that I forgot to check my appearance in the mirror. Basically he found me with a sliver of biscuit wrapper in my ear fur which blew the gaff on my antics whilst he was out.

It was a fair cop. I had snaffled the biscuits off FP's desk. Dark chocolate digestives - very nice.

I do not have smelly paws

Despite what FP says, I don't have smelly paws.

I have made known my great displeasure at the suggestion that I have smelly paws by refusing to have my tail brushed. I have also decided that I will claim the whole bed for myself tonight as it's expected to be a bit nippy out. The duvet is MINE! That'll teach her.

Gloomy Nunu

This is how I felt after England lost to Australia yesterday.

I've had my England rugby ball for a few years and you can see that it is deflated, tattered and not much use for kicking these days. A bit like the team.