Thursday, 25 December 2014

Ho Ho Ho!

Merry Christmas everyone.  Heidi and I hope your Christmas has been as good as ours.

Yesterday was the day of the traditional Christmas feasting.  Our other humans arrived at our door bearing armloads of bags and parcels.  The benches in the kitchen were filled with trays of food and many packages were added to those already under our Christmas tree.

As directed by Mum, Heidi and I had steadfastly avoided interfering with any of the parcels under the tree up until the moment that this one was placed there by Eliza and Mark.

See that little label?  It says "For Trudy and Heidi Ho" and, let me tell you, we knew straight away it was for us. It smelled really, really, really yummy.
We tried to remove it from its position under the tree using the old Divert and Switch tactic whereby Heidi distracts the humans by being particularly endearing and super cute while I sneak off with the targeted treasure.
But, as usual, Mum's eagle eyes spotted the manoeuvre and put a halt to it immediately.  Pfft!

We didn't have to wait long though. We were allowed to open the parcels - because we are extremely talented on the ripping and tearing skills - for everyone.

Look at the super-dooper new pulling thingy that Santa brought for me.

 It even has a handle on it!!  I was informed that the handle is for the human to hold while I pull.  I dispute this.  Mark says the two tails are there so we can both pull on it while someone holds the handle.  I have decided that if I can't hold the handle, I am going to chew it off.

But - back to the mystery box.   When we were allowed to look inside it, we found that it contained special doggie muffins.  YUMMO.  They are made with peanut butter and other tasty things.
SO GOOD.  As you can see in the picture, we had to try a few to make sure we liked them before Mum could take the photo.

Now the pretty tin is sitting on top of the refrigerator because Mum informs me that she - get this - doesn't trust me. 
Can you believe that?  

We love Christmas. 

Monday, 15 December 2014

Scary Business


Never allow cats near computers. 

This is the sort of thing they are likely to get up to.  Innocent dogs all over the world could find themselves exported from their homes Goodness Knows Where...which, as we all know because Mum has spoken of it many times, is where unwanted things go.  It is the generic name for the places I hide Dad's unwanted socks and underwear.

Cats are clearly creative yet horribly devious beings.  HoHo and I have had several run-ins with cats. They are not to be trusted.

Computer owners beware.  Cats are out to take over your machines.  You have been warned!

Monday, 1 December 2014

The Solution

The Christmas tree is up and we have freshly steamed carpet and new chairs in our lounge room. A large and very noisy truck arrived yesterday and, despite spirited resistance on our parts, Mum allowed two men to bring the chairs into the house.

These additions to our home have, however, raised a whole new issue.

Apparently, new chairs are not to be rested upon by canine security patrol officers.  Pffft!!!

You will observe the disdainful pose adopted by Officer HoHo in the picture above after she was informed of the new regulations by Mum.

It seems that only human posteriors are deemed worthy of repose upon these new seats.
Heidi and I are putting together a detailed list of reasons as to why we should also be allowed access to all seating within our area of protective services.

All suggestions will be gratefully received.  We feel this new regulation is a gross abuse of power by our humans. Heidi says we need to act on this as soon as possible before the new regulation becomes set in stone.

Signing off.