Tanglefoot

So the weather was absolutely flippin' gorgeous down here yesterday and after a glorious long walk to the post office and back through the beautiful rolling fields we spent the day with the kitchen doors flung open rolling around in the grass for hours on end - complete bliss!!!!

 Tarka looked beautiful lying in the grass amongst the solitary daisy....

 whilst Dobbie rolled in a little tiny patch of Fox Poop........

I LOVE fox poop

I luuuuurve Fox poop

 

and now I smell like The King of The Garden...hmmmmmmm...I smell good, I smell good, I smell good - no its better than that I smell  POWERFULL!!!!

 We are carrying out our daily "training duties" - this one involves Tarka standing on a horrible blue plastic stool which cost £2.49 and walking round it. None of us have any idea why we are doing this but the dog-training woman suggested it so we are just doing as we are told.

 I have no idea what she is doing

 I have no idea why I am doing this but just GIMME THE TREAT

Curtain Heaven

Dobs sat high in his rightful place showing off The New Curtains + Hand Crafted Poles. 

Yes - they did cost a little tiny small fortune but goodness me if they say "do you want pencil pleats?" - say Yes, if they say "do you want interlining?" - say Yes, if they say "do you want hooks to stop the light coming in the sides?" - say Yes and To Hell with the expense - they are completely beautiful and worth every penny and will bring soft-furnishing-related-joy for many years to come. Hurrah!!!!

Tanglefoot

So I managed to find the right camera lead - and I now have a bit of time off work to tend to the blog - phew!!!

SO the first 2 days all alone at Tanglefoot are going well.

Tarks is taking the temporary loss of her Mum is her stride. She is sitting at the bottom of the stairs now and again and also insists on nudging her way into the bathroom and watching me pee!!??? but otherwise no ill effects from temporary abandonment thank goodness.

She is waking me at half 6 every day for a pee and a poo but then goes back to bed like a very good girl and sleeps for another hour or so. We have been walking and practising recall. This entails me shouting “come” and then her taking a good long 20 seconds to have a really good look round to see what I am trying to distract her from. Its only when she is absolutely 100% sure there is nothing more interesting to do that she will then slowly turn round and come back for her biscuit. If there is something more interesting - pheasants, rabbits, deer or even just a bit of fluff dancing about in the grass she is off for exactly as long as it take for her to get bored and then come back for a treat - its not really recall - its just an option she chooses to take. Seriously though - who can blame her with all the sniffs round here?

The Dobstar is adorable as always - my little furry companion. Deep down he loves Tarks - he likes being part of a gang but just wishes she would not insist on pulling on his ear bangers 24/7 - irritating in the extreme. He has been looking after Tarks at the dog sitters - they were hanging out with a MASSIVE bull mastiff this week called Angel (not a good desciption of her general massive bulky apearance) - Tarks was scared but dobbie showed her who is The Daddy and they all slept together peacefully in the afternoon in one massive big cage along with a chocolate lab!!!

We all miss Miss Tiny but we are getting on fine and SO looking forward to seeing George and the gang this week

I love my antler that I was given for Christmas by Aunty....

...erm....excuse me - that is Mine......

...ok - well you can have it for a little bit......

 ....erm.....can I have it back yet????

 .......erm....Helloooo! Is it my turn yet????

cute

I am afraid none of my picture taking technology is working - so its just a old photie to keep you all happy

if only he still looked like this........

Mum is ** Years Young!!!

SO we went off to Notting Hill to celebrate Mums birthday this weekend.

We had lunch at The Ledbury - amazing food and fantastic service and then went on to see A Chorus Line at The Palladium (where I once performed myself dontcha know!!)

The birthday girl was literally let-down by her hosiery......

....but still managed to look great for **

Dobs was delivered back to me at St P in First Class style with the help of dad's Man-Bag and he took it all as-usual in his tiny little confident stride

Its lovely to have him back home - cuddles cuddles cuddles

Comftubhuls

So Tarks has discovered the joys of The Beanbag..............

..............zzzzzzzzzzzzz