Monday Mischief!

Some bird bombed Dui this morning on our walk!

BOL!

Turn your sound up and listen to this.....

We had a hail storm with thunder!

Here are a few poor stills for those who can't

get the video to play.

 ICE!

You will notice that there are NO dogs watching the storm.....

Wild Wednesday...

Look!  One leg!

Devil Dog....who needs a Halloween costume

Monday Mischief....

Tuesday Trouble....

(We haven't had our Wednesday morning walk yet.)

SHE says that I, Roxy, ruined our walks BOTH days.

 But in my defence...there were DUCKS!

Big ducks, little ducks....all waddling all over

the sportsground..as if they OWNED it!

And when I chased them, they flew away

and enticed me to chase them until I was

out of view!!

See my ears back here...

when the tips of my ears touch and lay flat....like when I'm chasing ducks....I can't HEAR!

(No matter how much SHE jumps around and yells and whistles.)

I came back....to the car.....but, did NOT get a treat.....SHEESH!

Moths

Do you have problem with moths?

We have tiny moths in our bathroom..no problem...

but annoying.

Last year we had pantry moths.  SHE had to

throw out a huge amount of stuff

INCLUDING some of OUR treats.

We have pantry moth traps now and they work well.

Anyway, last Autumn when SHE took out HER

woollen jumpers (pullovers), there were

moth holes in various places in SEVERAL.

It seemed that the moths were taste-testing--

they didn't just make holes in ONE,

but SEVERAL!

However today, we'd like to introduce you to

a NEW kind of Moth.

The Moth the Affenpinscher!

This Moth has taken over the family blog

and tells all about their adventures in

Yorkshire.

So why not teleport yourself from right HERE  to meet this Moth!

And extend a Blogville welcome.

OMD! We've just noticed....

this is our 1500th post!  Who-dda thought.

Yesterday, we finally got to actually go down to the river!

(We've been confined to the track above for months!)

There was loads of stuff left behind by the receding water

to explore.

Bella raced ahead to stand in the water in hopes

someone would throw her rocks.

 We were surprised to find SAND everywhere.

 We're not sure where it came from...

                                         

but we love it!

Otto at Rottover asked us about a Dummy Spit

when we were explaining about a nosy person

being a Sticky Beak.

A Dummy Spit...or spitting the dummy...

A dummy being the Oz term for a baby's

pacifier or binky,

means having a temper tantrum

as demonstrated by Dui who is refrained from

harassing a man who is walking passed.

Monday mischief....

No Monday mischief, the rain returned.....

But we more than made up for that this morning!!

There were STRANGERS at the river, cleaning up rubbish,

BUT they were STRANGERS!

Dui raced over to one and began his fiercest barking, so Bella and I, Roxy went over to help!

The stranger ignored us, and SHE managed to get Dui on the lead so we could continue our walk.  Then just as she let Dui off, another STRANGER showed up.  He ignored us as we barked and generally got in his way.  Dui was finally put on the lead....again.

(Roxy usually tries to stop Dui, but most people cannot tell that she's barking at Dui--Bella just loves to join in the action, but just runs around.)

We got further down the track and Dui was let free, just as another stranger approached, so off he went to harass him!  Luckily, they were accustomed to ill behaved dogs and just commented that they were noisy.

SHE says we need training and perhaps a sheepdog to keep us in line!

THE END

Sorry there were no photos of the action.

A Sunday Aaaroooo to you!

Love, Dui

Sticky Beak

In Australia, a nosy person is

called a Sticky Beak.

Sometimes when people are curious about

something, they say 'I was just having a sticky at....(whatever.)'

Here, Dui illustrates the meaning.

It's HERE!!

It's TACO DAY!

We always think of our friend Angel Jazzi

who founded Taco Day.

She was the fastest taco-napper in the world universe!

This year we have chicken gizzard tacos with cheese,

on a bed of chicken-gravy kibble.

 READY!

 SET!

Dui, Roxy, Bella and a weed.

 GO!

Hope you got to celebrate, too!

Living with insults...

That lady at the kennel who carried me out to our car,

said I was a big lump!

Dui resting after running around in the mud this morning.

So SHE's been calling me Lumpy Rutherford.

And if you know him, you're old.

Or you watch re-runs.