More mud

What is TOWFM up to? I gave him my best moo-in-mouth-three-stretch greeting when he came downstairs just now and he still didn't realise it was time for T! And i'm especially hungry tonight as i've been on a mega-muddy-windy walk this morning with only a bit of chicken skid in the meantime to keep me from starving (and the two biscuits when you came in, and some carrot and a piece of lebkuchen - blogmitarbeiter #1). Anyway that's two days on the trot when i've managed to get very muddy - if fact i think i turned into a brown labradoj today i had so much spatter up my legs (and on your face, the back of your neck and all over your ears) there were so many really plashy deep puddles. And then, of course, as i don't like to leave anyone out, i made sure i could only get my front legs into the back of the volvo so had to be lifted in.
Right, i've had a good scrawp of my new fleecy, been out the front, then in through the house and out the back so it must be time to settle down in front of the fire for a(nother) well-earned sleep.

Socks 1, cellotape 15

Apparently i'm slacking.........Private Sector has just had to remind me that the dojbloj needs updating as i'm going international at christmas. Well i can't help help it if i'm getting a bit forgetful, i lead such a busy life, you know. Take last week (or was it the week before?) - i had to cope with furniture rearrangement at the holiday home which meant that my usual place on the rug had moved - i tried to get on the couch (tried each of the three couches in turn) but no luck there so i had to sit in front of the fire and get my bottom nicely toasted. Life's really hard you know. And then we are still out walking in the dark and it's a bit cold when i come in so i have to spend the next hour or so welded to the radiator. And then there's food duty......i've got my own spot wedged in the corner, sitting very elegantly you'll notice, keeping an eye on the table.
The only bad spot of the last couple of weeks has been the reappearance of THE SOCK! I made the mistake of being caught scratching the scabby bit on my face in full view of TOWFM and so got socked....to make matters worse the sock has a picture of a cat called a pummer on it but at least TOWFM managed to cover that up with the fifteen reels of cellotape he used to keep the sock on. THEY think it 'did the trick' (whatever that means).... but i know i didn't want to keep scratching it anyway. At least i was allowed to take it off when i went out for a pee'n'poo (i hate to think what state it would have been in when you got back in Tara, do you think we're daft? - blogmitarbeiter#1).
Oh goody goody, i hear we are off for a W on salisburyplain tomorrow morning so i can get really muddy again and mess up the new comfy fleecy they've bought me (something about my bed looking like the western front in 1918 (oh, if it's 1918 that means there's only just over an hour until M time). Time for the perimeter patrol now.............

Neat beds 0, scrawped beds 5

It's very plashy round here at the moment and especially exciting as we go out in the dark! I've got my special DNVGs (doj night vision googles) so i know when i'm about to run into a deep plashy bit (otherwise known as a fimmy bit) but TOWFM obviously gets a bit lost as he's always calling out for me. My GITDOAP (that's glow in the dark old age plumage) helps TOWFM find out where i am so i can do my blind dogs for the guy-ds bit and show him the way home.
Anyway, i hear than there will be no more W after January so i'm getting a bit worried - but not as worried as if it was no more T, Y or M. Actually THHI (the holiday home inhabitants) are a bit worried there is going to be lots more Bark so i'm limbering up to deliver it by having a week of barky evenings and by letting them know in the morning that the milkman has been - he's very quiet you know so they won't hear him unless i tell them (yes Tara, but the problem is he comes at 5:15 in the morning - blogmitarbeiter#1).
Oh no. it's past my M time and i'm still blogging.........

Dojnical difficulties overcome!

WEAR YOUR POPPY WITH PRIDE

or was that....wear your puppy with pride.......or wear your poopy with pride as the title started off beacuse bolgmitarbeiter#1 can't tripe ploperly

Cain-ine 0, Bark Obama 456,987,561,895

Ready, set................blog!

Hmmmmmmmm Goldenbrown ('texture like t**ds') has now told me that it is my doj-man rights to expect not only food and shelter but also entertainment.......so we've been playing Fighter Squadron (i've been Guy Gibson's dog....just right don't you think?)

and hunt the biscuit crumb (i'm much better than TOWFM as he's no good at getting his nose down between the cushions.....

and it's also my RIGHT to have mental stimulation........(make what you will of that! - blogmitarbeiter #2)

It's all go here you know!