Visitor!

One of my tiniest friends has come to stay with me for New Year! V. exciting. Yes.
I am going to call her Agent Slim and not only as an incentive for me to lose weight after my recent, distressing trip to the vets where I was told that I have gained a little* extra poundage over the last few months.
No, the name Agent Slim (AS for short) is appropriate for many reasons:

• AS is a graduate of the Training School for Sleuth Hounds and makes an honest living digging up clues
• AS can disappear in seconds leaving no trace
• AS can pretend to be a cat (absolute genius, I tell you)
• AS can also be a proper pain in the AS, if you get my meaning and as evidence I will shortly post a photo of Loggy Loggerson who no longer has the power of squeak after parts of him were brutally chewed off during an early visit by AS

Anyhoo, AS is here for the purposes of...I'm not really sure, TBH. I'll have to go and find out. I hope it's something like retrieving Park Tugger which, you'll be pleased to learn, was not dropped by some careless eejit in the North Sea over Christmas!
I had a massive snowball fight with ST & FP on Christmas Day - it was my present to them after they failed to bring me into any shops this year. Partly I was not taken shopping because of extensive building work which has seen the store I intended to buy their present from move across the road but also, I suspect, because last year I peed next to the leads and collars display. In my defence, it was a GOOD display and I wanted to let the staff know my thoughts.
More later.
*I may be heavier than ever before but this is because ST keeps stopping to talk to people whilst I am on my walks. And perhaps I had fatty parents, has anyone considered this? Hmm? Honestly dogs, if your owners tell you that you are going to the vets for a booster, don't believe a word of it! And did anyone check that those scales weren't still showing the reading for an earlier heavy pooch, eh? Perhaps the scales were busted? Anyone check that?

Some photos

Whilst people are enjoying fireworks, this is what happens to me. I have to go and hide in the tightest corner I can find. Or the bath.
This is me deciding what to write on my blog:

FP helps me sometimes. Other times, when she's studying, I do this:

FP thinks I'm cute.

Injury Prone @leehancock

more to follow...
Follow; geddit? I'm so good at linking things.
Anyhoo, despite being banned from the fireworks in the park, we still ended up picking up the charred remains of sparkler sticks this morning - 2 days after the whole whizz-banging shooting match. That is to say, the sparklers were banned, not me and my mate Tom.
Tom is a greyhound with 2 poorly paws at the moment. After a moron was put in charge of a mowing machine a couple of months ago (we'll call him Mowing Moron, or MM) Tom's been off running like a loony because of a badly cut front paw. Next time, MM, pick up the glass bottles don't just chop them into smaller pieces, m'kay!

Stop it!

I'm feeling very worried and awful. There are all sorts of banging noises, whistles, screaming & shrieking whizzing noises going on outside.
ST & FP are doing their best but I still need to find somewhere good to hide.

In love

There's this guy (and by that I mean a human not a retriever). I really like him! I wonder how secure his bath would be against fireworks???

Great help

If you could see me now you would think that I am laying on my back in the bathroom. In fact I am coaching FP through the process of unpacking a bag which has lain neglected since last Thursday (although since we arrived home late, I'll be generous and say Friday).
I had a difficult night last night as there were fireworks being let off until late into the evening. At one point I thought we'd all be fine if we crawled under the bed but I'm not as thin as I was and the bed could have collapsed at any moment. Plus, ST & FP flatly refused to join me so I returned to the safe haven that is the shower. Then I moved to the bath. Sigh.

Rabbits boxed and ready to go!

This week I discovered that I no longer have to chase rabbits about the steep hillsides of Doune Castle (unless I want to). No. I can simply visit Pets At Home, where they have a stash of rabbits in cages just idling right next to the leads, collars and harnesses and FOOD aisles.
For variety they also have guinea pigs.
I did so much running up and down steep slopes that I developed some stiffness in me hips. Ohhh, I was sore. But I'm not one to complain, so I went about my business as usual; keeping the squirrels on their sharp little claws and adding to my now extensive smells database. All the while I was keeping tabs on some new friends I made. I particularly wanted to mention a new noodle hound called Cleo. She lives with Auntie Catherine (AC) and I think she probably has a lot of fun - she certainly has some tasty treats! Cleo knows someone who blogs
In the park this morning I noticed that people have stopped taking any notice of me when I bark. I cannot decide whether this is a good thing...