Monday, 12 March 2018
This is our mum.....nuff said
Brae said he didn't want to sit still for this picture..........so he didn't..!!
Castle behind us was built in the 1760's - Brae doesn't give a monkeys cos he doesn't remember that far back
Dad said 'DAMMIT Brae .......will you sit still for just one moment'
This me being one of Mrs White Hens chicks
Brae said he was off to collect some sand in his underbelly (which is very close to the ground)
I finded an interestin lump of rock that had probably been wee'd on by every dog in the neighbourhood
Brae is resistin the temptation to do a heckin run off - steady boi...
This was dads favourite view. Probably because it was from the pub garden.
I don't know what this hole is called.
We did a bit of wunnin about in the sea.
One of these is mum with her Mothers Day happy face on - the other one is a big fluffy bum.
Because it is a special day. we are keeping mum company.....but not for long. Ready, Set, Leggit-lill
There is lots of slippery sea-weeds growing over the rocks. I did do Brae a frighten by tellin him that them sneaksy pelicans live in the weed and would gobble him up iffin he strayed from the path. He cried like a boo-baby and ran to shore
Brae is keeping an eye out for them pesky Pelicans
You has got to have wide apart eyeses for this picture..
Mum is guarding this hole
Hold the phone..... haven't I sniffed this rock before...............nah..... its got a different whiff about it
Wednesday, 7 March 2018
Big walks every 6 weeks
We left Southborough in the snow. Brae gettid cross, cos he is rubbish at playin hidey-seek in the snow
Brae really, really, REALLY, REALLY, really, really luvs the snow. He has got his bestest cheesy grin on him face
We was tracking the abdominal snow man or somefink - Dad said it was up here somewhere so Brae put his scaredy pants on.
Huzzzar - its me tasting the air wiv my tung
We did a trip-trapety-trip over this Ogre's bridge - the little doggy wiv the coat on must have got eated by the ogre cos we never spied it again.
Huzzar... its me again..................erm.........................tasting the air wiv...................erm ......................my tung.. (dammit, I fink I said that once already)
We is dirty little mongrels (well Brae is), I is a dirty little purebreed.
Check out my tidy butt....
That's it - worn out for anuvver day.
We might have walked a little something like this.
Monday, 5 March 2018
This blog needs no words to explain what's going on here
Here we is with the peoples that we own
Let the Borkathon commence
I did find the pool of plentifulness
Brae is collecting an extra pattern for his Snoot
Gregory and Gizmo are as cool as cucumbers - Gus is an norty boi
Hump the imposter everydogsbody.
Dad was bamboozled by how different we all look
We would like some sugar in our teas please.
I finded a bum that neaded an snoofer stuck in it.
Yay - Samoyed Friends
All I know is, that the geezer with the hat on is ours dad
Beautiful Brae - wanderin around finking about sossages
Brae is gonna do a Burp!
Wednesday, 21 February 2018
We did a short circular hike in this tiny little village called Climping - (no... it is not a verb).
Brae was doing a bamboozle cos he had to find his way through the filthy, filthy mud - Brae hates the filthy, filthy mud - I just drinks it!!!
Brae stopped for a pose for the camera like a giant gonk
I particularly am liking this image of my fluffy butt
Brea was trying to be really tiny in this picture - I have yet to teach silly bruvver about 'perspective'
Yay... we finded the sea to wash the dirt off
I can tell that this is the sea - even with my eyeses closed..
I telled Brae that this was a break-water - so he had a wee, I quickly did an escape in case it washed onto my trowsers. (note to self.. teach Brae the difference between a noun and a verb)