Category: pooch

What fun!


We all know that crazy dog like to run around the garden. He likes it even more when he has a pal to join in the fun.



‘Where’d she go?’


‘I see her.’


Who caught who?


Got myself a glove!


My husband thinks he is so funny. He’s trained Buds to ‘steal’ his gloves.


The cry of ‘Oh! Mel , he’s got my glove….’ is wearing thin. But the two of them seem to enjoy it so where’s the harm.


After all Gav has to wear the soggy glove, when he finally gets it back, not me!

The stick is mine!


Oh he loves a stick. This one has been on the go for a few months now. Ugh! But he adores it.

And likes to make sure we know it’s his, all his.


I see you.

But it’s mine.



Go on try and get it from me.


You can’t because it’s MINE!

On patrol


Very busy.

Busy, busy, busy.

“What?! I said I was busy…..”


“See. Busy.”


Feline Frenzy


The little darling dog was rummaging around in the bushes last week clearly excited about finding something in there when he emerged with a cat collar. Let me put this into perspective. Our dear old Bud is the kind of dog that hmmm… what’s the right word? Yes, hates cats. Hate is a strong word but I feel it justified here.

At first I was worried that I was going to find a poor old moggy under the bushes too but when I eventually wrestled the collar from Bud I could see the elastic had broken thus freeing poor old trapped cat. Must have got his collar snagged on something.

I was torn between being horrified that he found the collar so appealing and desperate to snap some photos. The photographer won.


I dread to think what was going on in his head this time……..

Caught on camera

I called Buddy the other day to come for a walk. I wandered into the living room to find him.  Clearly he was ready to go.


Although he may have been thinking about a nap too. And I can just imagine what he say if he could.


Bud – You didn’t just catch me yawning on camera did you?

Me – Um…. No.


Bud – Good job. I wouldn’t want to look like a fool or anything. Yawning for the world.


Me – I get how you’d think yawning would do that. But no, you’re all good. Honest.

Bud – Are we going on this walk then? I’m ready now.


He was watching Gav mow the lawn from the safe distance of the sofa. And the second he sees the camera he usually turns his head the other way – no honest he does! But I managed to get a good one and with his eyes open too showing that beautiful thing of portrait photography, the holy grail if you will.


A wonderful light caught in the subject’s eye that makes the photo come alive. Thanks Buds.


He is such a sunshine magnet.

Whichever way you look at it.

Pooch in training

All dogs have their little foibles right? Like chasing cats or jumping up at strangers in the park eating chewing gum off the street or barking their heads off at squirrels.

So you would think that if I’d taken it upon myself to train this little pup one of those annoying traits would be high on the training agenda.

You would be wrong.

Let me tell you a story. On a morning when my dearest husband comes down stairs he whistles a little tune. It’s a good morning I’m here sort of tune. I know he’s got a big head that husband of mine. Anyway, over time at the very first whistled note of the morning tune Buddy starts wagging his tail. He may be curled up in front of the fire or suctioned onto the radiator it wouldn’t matter. The very sound of that song gets his tail a-wagging. It is literally Pavlov’s conditioning of dogs!

And while Buddy is greeting Gavin with a tail wag and a slobbery kiss I sit chuntering at the unfairness of that dogs love. But yesterday I had a brain wave.

I need a song!

And I thought I would get him interested in a few treats while singing the song.

Okay, he took no notice and just ate the treat. Let’s try it again.

Right he’s listening to me. Good.

Yes, he’s more interested in me than the treat. Wonderful.

Uh oh. I think he’s fed up of waiting. And my singing…

Mmm… Nice treat then, what about the Pavlov conditioning? Are you now ready to greet me with the same adoring affection as you greet Gav?

Ah. I see. Back to the drawing board.

For the love of a tennis ball