The last custard cream & some treachery

FP challenged me. She said she didn't think that I would be able to hear her rustling the packet of custard creams if I was standing in the back garden. I suppose some of you already suspect the ending to this...FP ate the last custard cream whilst I was standing outside by the plot ST used to plant some potatoes. I looked up at the study window to see if she was rustling the packet and there she was munching away!
Rather spitefully I then peed on the spuds - she KNOWS I love custard creams!

More footage - geddit? FOOT-age...Never mind

I kept vigilant, sniffing the air in Trafalgar Square for Deano's feet. How was I to know that 50 squillion marathon runners in sweaty trainers would be too much for 1 collie? I couldn't find him by sniff alone but I did get pooed on by a pigeon. If you ask me Trafalgar Sq is not the place to hang out when one wants to impress good looking dogs in the park later. Mind you, I could add that the way people walk after running a marathon is really not the way to attract admirers! It's like their ankles have stopped working.

I could write loads waiting for this footage to load...Hmmm, now I can't think of anything to say. Wait! I've been walking in A Different Place for the last few days and...look at that, would you! The moment I start on what could have been a really long tail (geddit?) of me romping through brambles & ditches after foxes the upload finishes! Typical. Well, I suppose I could keep my fox hunting (whoops! I DON'T hunt foxes - honest) story for another time. But it's been nice to get back on the PC after FP's been hogging it for ages. Oh look! The image is there now; it's just a short clip of me sniffing for Deano. Enjoy!

Marathon 09 footage! Deano does it again!

I took my camera with me to meet FP's brother Deano at the finish of the 2009 Flora London Marathon.
There were so many people around that I felt like I had run 26 and a bit miles! So many scents (mostly, I have to say, of sweat and feet when we got to the finish muster point!) but not all were unpleasant and it's certainly added a lot to my scents database. I shall be pee-mailing all other dogs with these database up-dates over the next few weeks.
Deano had had several adventures getting about Londres (as I like to call our fair home city, since I am a dog of many languages) but luckily he had no trouble at all finding his way along the Marathon course in 4hrs, 32mins & 30secs. I'd have done it quicker but I am not (NOT) mad enough to spend a hot Sunday in this way. Prefer my usual walk, in fact! Deano ran the Marathon for Children with Leukaemia & this is a link to his fundraising page:
https://www.bmycharity.com/V2/event.aspx?e=00cf96d2-43f8-4bed-bce4-53f188127b72

BTW, if you're viewing this in Firefox you may need to up-date your Flash player (annoyingly).

Failed tomato crop

I don't know how to break it to FP that her tomato crop is looking REALLY bad. There are a few little shoots but I think she should have used proper soil and not that stuff that had been in the garden next to the greenhouse. Hmmm, have to think about it carefully.
Running Man is here. He's staying until after he's run a long way apparently. He's also my passport into Greenwich Park on Sunday so that I can check my pee-mails from years ago.

FP

FP has had a tough week so this evening when Kong Wubba (The Ancient) was FINALLY revealed as nothing more than a blue rubber ball wrapped in some tough cloth I spent some quality time* with her just in case she couldn't hold it together.
Ah, Kong Wubba (The Ancient); a true toy. One of the best. One I'll never forget.
Actually I had some pretty good sport with my 'new' blue rubber ball, if I'm honest, and there's some extra sport to be had from the remains of Kong Wubba (The Ancient) because the smaller ball is still wrapped in the blue cloth. It's basically the same as the small Kong Wubba ST fetched all the way from Scotland for me months ago! I haven't lost a toy so much as GAINED 1 1/2 toys! Bonus!
Oh, now saying bonus has made me think of Bonios and now I've noticed that it's 9pm and therefore time for a Dentastix. Mmmmm, dentastix....
But I have to tell you before I go that I walked with like a thousand other dogs in the park today and was good. Yes, good. Not barky and standoffish.

This weekend I shall be mostly...

...watching a local celebrity run the Marathon! Whooo! Exciting.
I met a Jack Russell in Greenwich Park once, years ago, but nonetheless it seems we'll be back there this coming weekend & I shall sniff out any pee-mails which have been left for me since I was last there.
FP tells me that it is just as well that we dogs leave distinctive pee-mails as lots of humans wee against trees, lampposts, fences etc before the start of the Marathon. Urgh. Last time FP & ST were there, 4 women dressed as Cornish pasties used their extensive costumes to hide their having a pee before they started running. I shall never (NEVER) eat pasty again.
It seems that Marathon Running-Man (MRM) has been appearing on a local radio show in the run up to the Marathon & he's been asked to sign his sweaty vest post run for it to be won by some lucky punter. Again, I'm kind of thinking urgh but it's for a good cause. MRM's running for Children with Leukaemia and you can sponsor him @

www.bmycharity.com/simondean007

Go on!

Better than tempting Fate...

...by prodding him in the backside with a red hot pitchfork.
We were ambling through one of the quieter areas of the park this morning when ST came out with that saying about Fate and a pitchfork. FP & I shared one of those raised eyebrow moments where we each know exactly what the other is thinking. I can also confirm that the raised eyebrows were partly because neither of was listening to what ST was talking about before he mentioned Fate & the pitchfork, which is a lesson to us both to pay more attention in the future if this is where his thoughts are leading these days.
FP disrupted my evening yesterday by cleaning up the study. This can mean only one thing: she's about to start hitting the books again. Which can only mean one thing: snacks! The funny thing about humans (or FP at least) is how snacking helps concentration. Whereas I find that if there's a snack within 2 metres of me, I cannot focus on anything else!
BTW, I'm over my thunder nervousness & no longer have to hang out in the bathroom (where I am safe). Weather conditions play havoc with my plans & several important errands are now behind schedule. In other news, there are many foxes about in the garden & the squirrels are again in league with the cats. Oscar, the white cat invader from earlier posts, has reappeared on the doorstep meowing in an attempt to lure FP over to the Other Side.