Do I , or don't I? I just want to go....

Now as a lot of you Berners know, this weekend is our carting event at Roade, and I REALLY REALLY want to go. I missed May and some of the other bits because Freya was having the pups, then we all had to be careful we didn't bring any bugs home for them to catch and now my favourite pussle has been beaten up and I dont know if I should leave her!! This responsibility thing can be quite worrying as I get older. I watch Merlin and he just seems to have it all under control with no apparent stress or agro. Me I just seem to run around like a lunatic, and still not get anywhere. He plays with the pups on the lawn, and they come in sparkling white clean and tidy.  I take them out and they get covered in mud and we all end up in the bath, and it's the same lawn for bone sake!  To say nothing of the two legs faces! I went in the show ring on Sunday with all four paws, then Bobs my uncle, put one of them down a rabbit hole and the judge apologised and threw me out as unfit! I know what she did was right, but why me. It always seems to be me or my fault. So I mean, do I go or do I stay at home? I know Ghostie my jelly flavoured GSD will share his crate with her and I know he will open and close the door as he sees fit, BUT WILL HE EAT HER BISCUITS?  Merlin says that age has its benefits and I need to stop worrying and it will eventually sort, but the two legs seem to expect so much of me! I will be ten months soon, and they seem to expect the same from me as Merlin. ( I mean he is absolutely ancient, unless of course Flo or one of his blondes is wearing that K'ennel no9. Then he goes absolutely dippy.... I am amazed he hasn't had a heart attack the old Lothario) Do you think I should remind them that  although I am a big strapping lad, I am really only a puppy myself?  Do you think two legs sometimes only see our size and expect too much of us?  Anyway Merlin reckons that as I do most of the puppy sitting now, the obvious answer is for us and the  pups to go together. That will give everybody a break at home, Miss Cat can have her own crate or share as she feels, and the brats (sorry pups) will be well out of her way creating chaos at Roade. You never know, they might be so over awed by it all they will behave.... Well we can live in hope I suppose!  See this is what I mean ....all this  responsibility ...... See u all there, and if I don't, have an absolutely cracking weekend.  Cool runnings Gryff

Peace and goodwill to all but one cat....

Now normally I am a patient and forgiving soul, but not today . TODAY I want to get hold of one particular cat and I am going to teach it a lesson it won't forget. It's beaten up our beautiful and very gentle Miss cat. Yesterday Merlin and I took a stroll out around where we live accompanied by the gentle Miss Cat, called on a couple of older two legs to make them smile , because people always do when they see us out together, and then this morning, our mate Ghostie and the Troll found her all beaten up in the long grass. They have taken her home and bathed all her cuts but she is really not good..... SO U KNOW WHO U R BLACK AND WHITE CAT!...... YOUR CARD IS MARKED. Your furry hide is now mine to chase, and don't think the others will let u off because I will make sure they don't. Oh and we want her collar back, and not on your shelf as a trophy. Miss Cat we love you so get better soon..... The gang, The Troll and Gryff

Aunty Kaths Cooking

Now as you all know Merlin our boss dog has recently been away on a weeks holiday with my mate Bryn and his family..... And  when he came back he brought all sorts of goodies back with him, or rather Aunty Kath did for us. Now her indoors being  a bit slow put them all in the fridge to keep them safe from counter surfing Berners  and then proceeded to forget all about them. Typical two legs.... If  it was chocolate she wouldn't have forgotten. Anyway we kept trying to tell her, and it wasn't until yesterday that we got through to her. .... So for breakfast dinner and this mornings breakfast we have eaten like princes and princesses.... THANKU AUNTY KATH U R THE BEST!  Put that together with our new improved diet, and life is looking really good. Extra veg, meat, treats, there's a lot to be said for vet visits and pills..... All for one and one for all.... We all get the cheese or the pate  at pill time, the question is, WHO GETS THE PILL? It's pink so my guess is one of the girls. HRH has atlast had her stitches out and a vet nurse friend said a touch of surgical spirit near to but NOT ON THE WOUND will stop her chewing them, and I have to say its definately working. Anyway I will wish you all a good bank holiday weekend, stay cool and enjoy. Cool runnings Gryff

Blonde blonde blonde blonde...

Anybody remember the old advert and the tune for Skol? Bit before my time but I've heard the troll singing it.... Well just replace the Skoll word with blonde blonde blonde blonde, and you will be singing about one of my all time favourite two legged aunties. That's right aunty J , you know who you are! The lady two legs have been e mailing each other all day, so I think it must be one of those very infectious things u get on computers , because there's not a lot to choose between them at the moment. Her indoors is slightly annoyed with HRH princess Theia, £400 for the op, nearly £100 in extra bandages pls £56 for antibiotics and the stitches are still in  till next week. Add to that the old Codger having to have his ear drained AGAIN so he will be Mr Grumpy for a couple of days, plus the all in wrestling competitions to put his drops in for the next couple of weeks, and I can see why people can loose the plot. Me, well I am super cool at the moment... Chilled to the extreme.... Family silver duly found and replaced, with about thirty seconds to spare before the head dog returned home on Saturday. Did ok at my show on Thursday, well at least my lovely Nan thinks so... Just need her to tell me when and where for  some more.  The Troll is busy bellowing about thirty five miles away so he s out of hearing range and her indoors has caught this blonde thing so I should be able to get away with just about anything. Canine heaven! Not a lot more to say really than...BLONDE BLONDE BLONDE BLONDE...Cool runnings Gryff

The old Buffer...

That's it, the old coot goes away on holiday and he's checking up on me...reading my blogg . Got to admit his plans a good one. I can just imagine the troll FREAKING OUT with another visit to the vets with Theia..( now on bandage 14!) and as for the pups getting muddy, it's a good idea but her indoors can't pick them up anymore, fat little fur balls that they are, and just where am I supposed to get a metal detector from without  access to his BARK LAY card. Full of brains but what about the practicalities... That's the difference between a working dog and a retired holidaying posh pawed show dog. Just stop worrying , I will cope, never let u down yet have I???? Well maybe when I was paw high to a Fatcat...but not lately. Going out tonight to the dog show , then a maccy D for supper and get in late... Everybody will be asleep, and Bobs Your Uncle...job done! Well I hope so. Her indoors will be so tired she won't care, and anyway, who needs to sleep on a pile of uncomfortable silverware anyway. I know it's there somewhere so why stress.? Sounds like that hotel is a bit of OK though. Liver cake, massages, days out, grooming and paw trimming, private staffing and mollycoddling,....bet he even gets what he wants on TV too. Definately going to take a pop at that myself. Anyway better go and get a good brushing and bits for tonight. Atleast she hasn't tried drowning me this time.... Blummin bubbles, they get up my nose! Will let u know how we get on if we do Ok, Cool Runnings Gryff

The family silver...

Now as you know Dizzy Tizzy has been playing hunt the bandage on a major scale. Her current count is two pink, two lilac, six cream and two lime green with... Do not chew me...printed on them. But perhaps her best effort was a new set at the vets, a ten minute drive home ten minutes back to vets and  them suggesting that they leave them off, a ten minute journey home, ten minutes return journey and new bandages.... See what I mean!!! Now every time she goes back there is the additional cost of fuel bandages and the Trolls temper...to the extent that his vehicle keeps trying to go the same route where ever he wants to go which is really winding him up. Oh and I forgot the fact that on Sunday morning Dizzy Tizzy broke the habit of a Life time, and went in the river. Now HRH  is known to be totally allergic to H2O in any form. Hot, cold, falling, standing, flowing or in waves, so WHY Why Why did she go swimming on Sunday????  Of course when we got home, those bandages were starting to tighten up so they had to be cut off. Then my mate Bryn came over for a get together and a pizza as u do, and Merlin in total disgust decides to accept his offer of a holiday, and clears off with him leaving me in charge. Oh @@@@! Now normally this wouldn't phase me, but two delinquent puppy's, Freya in a stomp, dizzy Tizzy on the rampage and a home and a business to run to say nothing of a quivering jelly of a white shepherd and a Troll with the major Hump and is it suprising I want to dig a big hole and hide in it .? But being  made
 of stern stuff I decided to go for it..... That's when this awful feeling started creeping up on me. Vets bills holidays , scratty puppy toys, just where we're all the bones coming from to pay for all this???The family silver....where was it...I know Merlin has this big box hidden in his basket with locks and keys and stuff... That must be it! Rushed out the dog room, a frantic scrabble and  omg it's still here. Obviously I can't be everywhere at once so where can I hide it? The holes in the garden..... Guess I must have been in a bit of a panic, because I remember taking all the bits out...gold bones,the girls Tiara's ,collars with diamonds on and stuff... My favourite chewy, and his best bone, but I can't remember which hole I buried them in. Oh @@@@!!!  Well atleast the Troll won't be able to pay the vets bill with them, and if Dizzy Tizzy needs more  bandages before she goes back on Friday, WELL TUFF! Think the safest thing to do is sleep on it, and pray the Troll doesn't do any lawn mowing or gardening till the old Buffer gets home. Give him his due, he did send us a postcard on PAWBOOK showing him and Bryn taking it easy... Cool runnings Gryff

Pretty in pink lilac blue bandages and sticky plaster

There are times when us Berners are not sensible to ourselves... Last night we all trotted in from work to find chaos reigning and the troll (what's left of him that is ) in a blind panic. Got to say he really let us males down. A bit of blood a torn off bandage and he was panicking fit to bust. We walk in to..She's torn her bandage off!!!! What do I do , what do WE do! Subtle that we all thought. Her indoors looked at him, picked up the phone and rang the vets to say dizzy Tizzy was on her way up to be re-bandaged, gave him the troll mobile keys and sent them on their way. Needless to say all became calm, tea was served, and Tizzy returned having been told off by Nurse Emily for mis-behaving to a load more spoiling and cosseting .  Then this morning, she who must be obeyed decided Dizzy Tizzy and her bandages would be safer with all of us at work. All went well till about 10am, when infront of five two legs and all us k9's she just ripped off the other pink bandage.  We thought that she obviously preferred the new lilac one with blue paw prints on, but not to be outdone, her indoors rushed out to a certain local chemist and bought bandages, sticky bandages, tape, and absorbent lint to rectify matters. Now this is one of those times when she beats us at our own game.... She bought enough for two legs... Now how did she know??? Anyway with the assistance of a couple of bouncers, a straight jacket and a seven lb lump hammer , she who must be obeyed rebadged the offending leg. Then some more gentlemen, (I have to say Theia has loads) turn upwith presents and goodies for a recovering lady in distress. ie Uncles Ian and Clive... And blow me if she doesn't do the same with the lilac bandage. I have to say she should have thought it through a bit better!!! Uncle Ian is a VET NURSE with millions of years experience of  cheeky K9's. She never stood a chance ..... All by himself, no anesthetic, no bouncers, and lots of sticky tape, about sixty seconds later she was stuck up like a Christmas turkey. It was AWESOME to watch an expert at work. One more for the gentlemans side. And now hopefully said bandages will stay on till Monday a m when HRH princess Theia   Aka Dizzy Tizzy will be returning to see the vet for a check up. And no before anyone says "where's her buster collar"....it gets in the way when she puts on her tiara.....Cool runnings Gryff