Jock the Marmalade Cat

2501A77F00000578-0-image-a-8_1422117325938It was a dying request of wartime Prime Minister Winston Churchill that there should always be a marmalade cat called Jock living a ‘comfortable’ life at his former home. But the latest incumbent, Jock VI, has been banned from large parts of the house  




Winston Churchill’s favourite spread on morning toast was MACKAYS The Dundee Orange ‘Marmalade.’    Yours Aye.

‘Space for Giants’

Armed to the teeth, a small group of brave wildlife rangers fighting to save elephants – from terrorists: A dramatic and very personal dispatch from the frontline of an increasingly bloody conflict against poachers funding Islamic fanatics.Evgeny Lebedev with a patrol of Northern Rangelands Trust wildlife rangers, Kenya.jpgThe author Evgeny Lebedev pictured with a group of armed wildlife rangers in Kenya

As African wildlife continues to be slaughtered, a group of conservationists are waging war on the terrorist poachers currently killing African elephants to fund their criminal activities. Rangers from protection charity Space for Giants armed with automatic rifles, night-vision goggles and closed-frequency radios, are engaged in a war with the poachers which has claimed the lives of 1,000 rangers in the past decade.238D5E7A00000578-0-image-a-2_1417647266696Dramatic personal dispatch from the frontline on the increasingly bloody conflict against poachers funding fanatics…

* This year alone 36,000 elephants will be killed across the African continent:
* Demand for ivory across Asia’s burgeoning middle classes is increasing:
* African charity Space for Giants is armed to defend animals using force:
* Militarised conservation groups are engaging in firefight’s with poachers:
* Poachers include fanatics of Al-Shabaab and the Lord’s Resistance Army:
* Some 1,000 wildlife rangers have been killed in the past decade:

My ‘penny’ jar was emptied with the contents forwarded on to ‘Space for Giants,’ and there is more to follow on…      Yours Aye.

‘Pigeon creates shock and awe’

The early morning ‘canine ablution’ perambulation was a mighty quick one this day, as the first deep frost of the year came as a shock to the system. It was quite obvious from their breakneck speed that each canine sought the warmth of their winter beds – from whence they came. I was more than happy to comply with their speedy exit as it was well below freezing… Fifteen minutes later I was sitting at my desk slurping scalding hot tea ‘Obama style’ (laid back in my ‘ezee’ chair with feet perched upon the desk) where I was joined by Nipper, who jumped onto the window ledge to follow my gaze outdoors. All appeared well with the world; unfortunately my view of the large wood-pigeon flying towards the window was fully obstructed by Nipper, who in turn was eyeing up a rabbit below.DSC_0030Under normal circumstances this type of heavy feathered bomber would veer off and avoid the triple glazing of my humble abode – ‘it being the only humble abode for miles around.’ But this morning’s inbound ‘Columba palumbus’ must have suffered an onboard processor malfunction, as it crashed bang-smack into the window – a classic Looney Tune collision! Which prompted Nipper to leap off the window ledge in shock, where he continued a wall of death charge around the office and promptly landed atop my chest. I in turn emptied the full cup of tea onto my lap – then also leapt up in shock to sprint around the office – dropping my jeans around my ankles en-route (whilst wailing like a screaming banshee.) Shuffling ‘at the double’ towards the shower, I quickly tore the hose from off the shower head and sprinkled down my nether regions. The effect was immediate, cooling, and blissful… 

‘Columba palumbus’ survived the impact and tarried a while, it continued with its flight program ten minutes later. Just another morning of shock and awe in East Yorkshire… Yours Aye.

Ozzy Pawsbourne the Prince of Barkness

2360197200000578-0-image-15_1416590743804An English bulldog in Upstate New York is ‘pawsitively’ living up to his rock star name, quickly becoming the viral video of the week after enjoying a ride in a swing set at a park in Kingston. The pet of a die-hard Black Sabbath fan, ‘Ozzy Pawsbourne the Prince of Barkness’ almost looks to be smiling in the funny footage of him swinging. However owner Jesse Citron admitted to having reservations in making the clip public, fearing a possible animal cruelty backlash. His daughter Sophie, 5 (pictured), is the biggest fan of the video, Citron said…_39285441_ozzy_ap203  ‘Pawsitively’ hilarious: English Bulldog named ‘Ozzy Pawsbourne the Prince of Barkness’ enjoys a ride in a swing! 

The ‘real’ English ‘Ozzy’ right – minus a huge amount of brain cells…      Yours Aye.

Police Dog Saves Officers Life

Police Dog Saves Officers Life
The driver of the suspect vehicle steps out as instructed when the Deputy observes the butt of a gun the driver is trying to get out from his waistline. The passenger door opens and the second suspect steps out into dead ground armed with a length of pipe, which is when the Deputy hits his remote door release for his K9 partner to engage the second suspect. 

Without instruction the K9 deploys from the police car and takes on the threatening passenger taking him down just before the suspect hits the deputy from behind – at the same time the Deputy engages and shoots the first suspect as he pulls the gun from his waistband. The Deputy observes the K9 attack, and then returns to the incapacitated driver and removes the gun from his hand and tosses it away, before going back and securing the second suspect.

I have said it often; there are good and bad Police Officers, the ‘good ones’ far outshine the bad, and also outnumber them on a higher ratio. Fortunately this good guy had a bloody good K9 backing him up – a canine B.Z. for K9…      Yours Aye.

And pigs might fly-PETA!

1414953964675_wps_25_CONTAINS_NUDITY_128539_NeDozens of PETA supporters strip off for central London protest against meat-eating on World Vegan Day.  Around 100 PETA supporters laid in Trafalgar square, covered in fake blood, in order to draw a comparison between the bodies of animals and those of humans. The animal rights organisation hope the stunt will encourage more to stop eating meat and use animal products. ‘Animals feel pain, fear, love and joy, just as humans do, yet billions of them are killed every year for products that are poisoning the environment and contributing to the UK’s obesity epidemic’, says PETA Director Mimi Bekhechi. ‘PETA is challenging people to think about the massive toll that the meat industry takes on animals, the Earth and human health – and to go vegan.’ PETA-supporters-strip! 1414952322007_Image_galleryImage_epa04472138_PETA_supporteFlying PigIt’s enough to put a man off his morning bacon sandwich – NOT! 

I personally know three vegan’s, and to be honest each time I bump into them I always think “There’s more meat on a jockey’s whip after the Grand National!” The vegan’s above must live close by to a Guinness brewery – or they are in the wrong protest (save the whale from the Japanese fishing fleet is on the next street along – doh!)

Each to their own…  I was thinking of going vegetarian…  And pigs might fly! Does that mean the price of bacon is going up?   Yours Aye.

His (Dead) Masters Voice

Top of the dogs… HMV’s ‘Nipper’ gets a blue plaque: His Master’s Voice hound tribute to be unveiled next month. Nipper, the famous HMV dog, has been immortalised with his own blue plaque in London. The terrier cross was painted in 1899 sitting with his ear to a wind-up gramophone and featured on hundreds of millions of records produced by the HMV label over more than a century. His place in musical history was marked at a special ceremony last week organised by the British Plaque Trust and attended by executives from HMV, which stands for His Master’s Voice.1414872546454_Image_galleryImage_Handout_photo_issued_by_H

The plaque will be unveiled to the public early next month. Nipper (1884-1895) had many superstar fans in the world of music, with artists as varied as Elvis, The Beatles and leading classical performers posing with his image. The plaque will be displayed at the Cavalry and Guards Club, 126 Piccadilly, Central London, where artist Francis Barraud, the dog’s final owner, painted Nipper from memory.

1414872559014_wps_3_Blue_Plaque_for_Nipper_thDisc gramophones first appeared in the 1890s and by 1902 the forerunner to HMV, the Gramophone Company, was taking shape. The first HMV store opened in July 1921 on Oxford Street. In 1931 the Gramophone Company, with its His Master’s Voice record label, merged with the Columbia Gramophone Company to form Electric and Musical Industries Ltd (EMI), meaning that Nipper not only featured on the HMV label, but also on associated brands including RCA Victor and Deutsche Grammophon. The British Plaque Trust raises funds for blue plaques to commemorate personalities and organisations that have contributed to the British way of life. By David Wigg for THE MAIL ON SUNDAY

Miscellaneous Information from yours truly… Nipper, and the record player, were originally mounted on top of a coffin lid – hence the shiny wooden reflective surface he’s sat upon. The original advert read; “His Dead Masters Voice” – which proved too upsetting around the time of various British Colonial wars, as well as WW1. So the word ‘Dead’ was dropped (to improve sales) and the advert changed to ‘His Masters Voice.’ Upon Nipper’s death in 1895 he was buried in Kingston upon Thames in a small park surrounded by magnolia trees.Nipper dreaming

When a branch of ‘Lloyds-Trustee Savings Bank’ was built on the site, a brass plaque was added commemorating the famous terrier that lies beneath the building. On 10th March 2010, a small road near to the dog’s resting place in Kingston-upon-Thames was named ‘Nipper Alley’ in commemoration of this famous resident.  Which is a bit of a coincidence, as I call the stone path flanked by high hedgerow ‘Nipper Alley’ after the Jack Russell-Staffie X above – who uses it to catch and despatch adult ‘Jaspers’ when he bolts along it into the field. Who ever said ‘Butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth’ at the rescue centre almost got it right?   Yours Aye.

Where’s Wally ~ Where’s Waldo

Profuse apologies as the following ‘dit’ was intended for issue late Sunday evening, so put your clocks back 24 hours, and kindly read on…

I rose with the sun this morning, having taken the sleep of a dead man – a full seven hours straight without so much as an eye flicker; the first time in as many years that was accredited to a lot of back-breaking work outdoors preparing for winter. As the dogs ‘eased springs’ in their ablution yard I prepped a walking breakfast of bacon, bacon, and more bacon – set within two huge doorsteps of bread. Making up a large flask of tea for good measure, I also packed two fig rolls for guilty pleasure, as well as two large bonio’s for the canines. Speaking of ‘guilt.’Thirty pieces of silver

The guilt I suffer when fitting the harnesses onto Hannah and Nipper as Gentleman Joss looks on is enormous. I know what Judas Iscariot felt like when he was paid his thirty pieces of silver! Sadly Joss would never be able to keep up, and I explain the same to him each and every time, though I know it only makes me feel better by doing so. At least when we return from each morning jolly, Joss gets a decent plod around the fields at his own speed, unhindered by the two young whirling dervishes. it also allows me to talk to him about our past adventures together, which allows me to mentally hand back the silver a piece at a time.622px-Lassie_Jon_Provost_1961

The morning’s jolly was a decent four miles over hill and through dale, with a leisurely breakfast stop in the bright Autumn sunshine. As it was so quiet I decided on walking the last two miles back along the small country lane that leads through the tiny village close to my humble abode. Strangely enough I came across a scene straight from a Lassie film; a group of villagers were formed into a huddle in the small car park of the village hall (Lassie’s young master ‘Timmy Martin’ was missing, and this was the local search and rescue party!)

Someone from the small gathering handed me an A4 flier with faded ink; ‘MISSING CAT’ (that had a faded picture of the missing ‘black’ cat beneath the bold header) The cat looked dark in places, yet also a reddish pink around the gills and ears, with kidney problem yellow eyes. Magenta can be a cruel ink when it wants to be…Wally Woo-Woo

‘MISSING CAT’ Very friendly cat, answers to the name of ‘WALLY’ Missing since 12th October. Please could you check your sheds, garages, barns, etc, etc… Organised search requesting volunteers at the village hall at 10am – 19th October. Oh Bugger! I had now involuntary press-ganged myself into the search and rescue party, which was purely through over-staying at my earlier breakfast stop by fifteen minutes.

Folk around Yorkshire are a priceless quaint lot, who take village life and social responsibilities very serious, under such circumstances they answered the call and rallied around to help out an emotionally worn down elderly lady. For all we knew poor Timmy Martin ‘Wally’ could have fallen down an old mine shaft, or lay unconscious at the edge of a stream with the water level slowly rising. In fact looking around, I was the only involuntary volunteer with canines – so where the blooming heck was Lassie…? After being presented with designated search areas, our last offered instructions were the owners telephone number, and the fact that ‘Wally’ also responded to the call of ‘Wally Woo-Woo,’ even more so when he was hungry.

My task was to make a detour across several fields to search the old brick and wooden barns that lay semi-derelict. As I plodded on towards my mission I could hear voices echoing in the nearby woodland that sounded like owls calling out to each other. There was no way this side of the black stump that I was going to call out Wally’s dinner name, even though my only escort were the canines Hannah and Nipper.Hanah Snell

Speaking of which, when we arrived at the old barns I slipped Nipper’s lead off, and allowed him to sniff search the buildings as he was initially brought up with a couple of cats. My theory being he may be more curious towards Wally’s returned cat wail – should he somehow be trapped within.

Hannah remained on a short lead, as she was given the name Hannah Snell for a reason. (Hannah tends to shoot first with her jaws, and then asks questions – hence the end of the rat problem outside of my humble abode!)

After scouring the barn to no avail, I called the given number to state ‘building clear.’ Only to be informed that ‘Wally’ had been found in the locked Church opposite the village hall, and it would appear that he was none the worse for his seven-day ‘lock in.’ Which made me automatically think that the Church (circa 1135) no longer had a mouse problem, and the holy water in the stone font may well have aided a feline miracle. The Church may well have a feline aromatic toiletry problem in place instead

All was not lost on my behalf, as I found a treasure trove throughout my search; several pieces of old horse brass, two old Victorian chimney pots, and hand rolled glass window panes. All of which I have since purchased from the farmer at a steal-give away price, and there’s more to be found with full permission granted to boot. ‘Wally Woo-Woo,’ in more ways than one you are a bloody lucky black cat mate…     Yours ‘Smugly’ Aye.

When nature speaks loudest

It has to be said that I don’t really have a sweet tooth, as I much prefer fresh fruit to candy or chocolate, however; through the day I do enjoy a McVitie’s digestive biscuit with a cup of tea. My after midnight ‘cuppa-char’ tends to bring out the beast in me, as I ditch the digestive for a Jacobs fig roll, after which all is well with the world. Except on Sunday morning just gone, when I discovered the biscuit tin/cookie jar was emptier than a Presidential promise!  The previous night I had absent-mindedly left the afore-mentioned storage vessel on the small side table next to my easy chair, with the lid insecure.jacobs1.JPG

Twelve of Jacobs finest were missing, and soon enough nature would tell me which of the three canines had mooched them away in the wee silent hours. It was soon obvious that Joss was not in on the act, as he ‘performed’ his constitutional duty in time-honoured fashion by ‘easing springs’ diligently, efficiently, and with dignity – as befits an older dog of war. As always I bagged and ditched natures by-product, as I keep the canine yard disinfected and as immaculate as the parade ground at the Commando Training Centre.  And then…pro-kolin+_30ml

So violent was the rear blast from Hannah, that she almost took off like a released balloon swirling through the air without a tied knot. I put the empty bag back in my pocket, and reached for the high pressure hose knowing I had one guilty canine before me.

images-1Nipper remained impassive, and simply stared up into the heavens as a murder of crows flew noisily by, and then without warning he lit up his single after burner and almost joined them. It was obvious from the spluttering after burner that Nipper had got to the biscuit tin/cookie jar first; quite obvious! And so it came to pass, that the guilty pair’s self-inflicted punishment  continued intermittently throughout the morning. Sunday was not a day of rest in my humble abode…

Fortunately as the day grew longer my good friend Pro Kolin assisted in settling the mood. Sadly I had to settle for a digestive with my after midnight ‘cuppa-char,’ which was a lesson learned, and not one to be repeated ever again.      Yours ‘negligently’ Aye.

Catula a feline vampire-fangs very much!

A rescue home cat has finally found loving owners after people were put off by his Dracula-like fangs. Timmy, a nine-year-old black cat, has an enormous pair of front teeth which stick out of his mouth like a vampire. 1412264643645_wps_33_Timmy_the_cat_who_has_fan

The nine-year-old moggy was taken into the Blue Cross re-homing centre in Lewknor, Oxfordshire, around three months ago. There were fears he might never find a home because of his bloodthirsty look, with most cats finding owners within a month.

Count ‘Catula’ Timmy the black cat with enormous vampire like teeth has now been adopted by a family. 

What a combination, flick claws, vampire fangs, night camouflage, night vision, and stealth. The only way ‘Timmy’ could pose more of a threat would be if he was armed with a 12 gauge shotgun…  Yours Aye. 

Head down, chest out, and charge…

DSC_0017This mornings early hedgerow walk with Nipper resulted in numerous lumps and bumps around his eyes, snout, muzzle, and chest, that have since stopped irritating thanks to a solution of ‘Anthisan’ wash and cream. The lumpy rash being the grand result of stinging nettles brought about from his constant rabbit hole foraging.

He is totally fearless when it comes to the chase, each of which results in failure, as it’s the chase that matters, not the capture. Although he returns upon command I fear he will attempt a crack at the rabbits that use their escape route through the wild rose patch, the thorns of which are true wait-a-while’s. (You will ‘wait a while’ until someone cuts you free!)wait awhile thorns

Drastic times call for drastic measures… Personally I would never dress my Staffie’s up for show though each have their own black harness that obviously is a practical piece of kit for the great outdoors. Last summer in broad daylight I saw a ‘French Poodle’ being walked through a park in York. Unbelievably the owner and the dog were wearing matching coloured outfits, the dog was dressed in a purple tutu, while the owner wore a purple T-shirt, and matching skinny jeans. It being a French Poodle the sight didn’t take me by surprise, some things are meant to be?  ;-)  Boxer model shown belowDoggles-Dog-Goggles-1I have since spent over an hour trawling the w.w.w. perusing various items that may well save Nipper from himself. My solution to Nipper’s harrying tactics may prove comical, but it could prove practical in the long run. It is with a heavy heart that I place the order…. Yours Aye.

Justin Beiber ‘Baby’

188159-1Man saved from bear attack – thanks to his Justin Bieber ringtone! FISHERMAN Igor Vorozhbitsyn is lucky to be alive – after his Justin Bieber ringtone went off while he was being attacked by a bear. 

Mr Vorozhbitsyn, 42, thought he was a goner when the brown bear pounced on him as he was walking to a favourite fishing spot in northern Russia’s Yakutia Republic. But as the bear began to claw at him, Mr Vorozhbitsyn’s mobile went off and the beast turned tail and fled back into the forest.

Wildlife experts believe the ringtone – according to local media the singer’s hit ‘Baby’ – must have startled the bear into halting its attack. “Sometimes a sharp shock can stop an angry bear in its tracks and that ringtone would be a very unexpected sound for a bear,” explained one.     ‘Baby Justin’ apos-ser-preso-por-dirigir-alcoolizado-justin-bieber-virou-piada-na-internet-a-foto-onde-aparece-sorrindo-ao-ser-fichado-virou-alvo-de-montagens-feitas-pelos-internautas-1390519679735_500x500 Mr Vorozhbitsyn suffered from cuts and severe bruises to his face and chest and was rescued when he was found by other fishermen after using the phone to call for help. Mr Vorozhbitsyn – now recovering from his mauling – said: “I had parked my car and was walking towards the spot I’d marked out when there was a tremendous impact on my back and the bear was on top of me. “I couldn’t believe my luck when the phone went off and he fled. “I know that sort of ringtone isn’t to everyone’s taste but my granddaughter loaded it onto my phone for a joke,” he added.

He’s one brave honest man owning up like that! I’d rather have let the bear eat me than admit to having a Justin Beiber ring tone on my mobile phone… ;-)          Yours Aye.

Original story from the Daily Express Published: Tue, August 5, 2014

Behind every blade of grass…

The Swash Express Clothing Care System uses a scented solution and a heater to remove odours and light wrinkles from clothes. It can cut your dry cleaning costs and preserve your clothes from the wear and tear of washing. Swash Express Clothing Care SystemSwash

I reckon I can get through life without being ‘Swashed’ on a daily basis, and save a small fortune in doing so. However; if ever they invented a canine friendly version that removes the horrendous scent of fox ‘doo-doo’ from a certain canine who rolls in it when ever he gets the chance, then put me down for one ASAP! Especially when he knows what he has done, after being washed down once this day! Behind every blade of grass ;-) Yours Aye.Behind every blade of grass!

Kopi luwak cat coffee at any price.

tumblr_lfqnikWH7s1qz7tiao1_500‘Kopi luwak’  or civet coffee, refers to the seeds of coffee berries once they have been eaten and defecated by the Asian palm civet. (Thats him on the right.)

It is produced mainly on the islands of Sumatra, Java, Bali and Sulawesi in the Indonesian Archipelago. The ‘hard-to-come-by’ produce is expensive (£400 or $685 per kilo in weight, on average that’s around £70 or $120 per cup of coffee, and steadily rising each day!) oprah_kopi_luwak_kintamani 

It follows that due to its rarity – fraud and wild life abuse is rife in the kopi luwak industry, with producers willing to label coffee from caged civets with a “wild sourced” or similar label slapped on the jar. The economist & sociologist Thorstein Veblen coined the phrase ‘conspicuous consumption,’ the demonstration of wealth being the basis for social status, which applies to fine wine, caviar, designer handbags, designer yachts, etc, etc…money_toilet_paper_cover and coffee beans crapped out of a cats bum!

The general rule for greater demand is that prices drop; this does not apply to Veblen goods, where the greater the demand for such – forces the prices even higher, allowing the rich to strut and show off their vulgar peacock feather arrogance. Money does not buy class or style.

Which got me thinking… A few days back I was sat flicking tiny dog biscuits at Nipper in an attempt at distraction, as he had his eye on a honey bee buzzing around inside my office. I won the day as he was too busy hoovering up the scattered tit-bits to notice me capturing and releasing the bee. It was only when I went through to make a cup of tea that I noticed a button missing from my side leg map pocket, which was annoying as I knew the button had an irish pennant hanging from it – something I was going to sew and fix later. After making tea I searched for the button to no avail – “buggeration” thought I, as it meant replacing it with a different button – an alternative I am quite particular about… Nipper anjingThe following morning I found the button, but it was no longer where I thought it would be. It was now sat in a clump of grass that formed part of Nippers morning constitution; always a pleasure to bag up as they are a classic healthy canine motion. No doubt the biscuit brown button blended in well with the tit-bits I was flicking at Nipper the evening before. Which got me thinking once again; what price could I charge the garment and haberdashery industry for a kilo of ‘tombol anjing’ (Indonesian for dog buttons.) Obviously zips would be out of the question, though buttons cunningly mixed with treats would get an easy passage… If the fools drinking kopi luwak are prepared to spend £70 a pop, imagine how unique their clothes could be when fastened through Nipper’s tombol anjing? ;-)                             Yours Aye.

Chihuahuas bad ~ Staffies good

Chihuahuas do more damage than any other breed of dog – and if you want a quiet life you should get a Staffie They may be small and look cute, but Chihuahuas cause more damage than any other dog breed, a survey claims. The tiny dog causes an average of £866 worth of damage over its lifetime by ripping carpets, scratching or chewing sofas and digging up flowerbeds. In contrast, Staffordshire Bull Terriers, which are perceived as fierce by many people, make the best pets as they cause the least amount of damage, costing around £178 in total. The study of 2,000 dog owners found that the Dalmatian, Bulldog, Great Dane, Husky, Beagle, Pointer and German Shepherd make up the rest of the top 10 most destructive dogs. ‘Two canine thugs out looking for trouble’article-0-004EEFC7000004B0-704_468x436

The ‘sausage’ dog or Dachshund also has a bad reputation with insurers and is the second most destructive dog according to the survey, with owners facing a bill of £810 to clean up their pet’s destruction, followed by the boxer with total damage of £784. ‘Chihuahuas may be tiny but it seems they will leave you with a bigger bill than any other dog,’ a spokesman for Sussex-based financial comparison site, said. ‘They might not have the size of other breeds but they can still leave more than their fair share of destruction behind them.’ Some are masters of disguise and quite adaptable… article-2480466-1912ACD400000578-524_634x399 ‘All pet owners expect a little damage from their dog from time to time, but when you add up the total amount spent on cleaning, repairing and replacing, it can be a huge amount. ‘Add to that extra costs from damage caused to other people’s property and bills if your pet is involved in an accident, and you can expect to part with a large amount of money.’Rays of sunshine Staffie Kryptonite Rays of sunshine have the same effect as strength sapping Kryptonite towards Staffies… The study of 2,000 dog owners found that the Dalmatian, Bulldog, Great Dane, Husky, Beagle, Pointer and German Shepherd make up the rest of the top 10 most destructive dogs. Staffordshire Bull Terriers cause the least damage and were followed by West Highland Terriers which cause around £183 worth of destruction over their lives. Third place went to Yorkshire Terriers with a bill of £227 followed by a Spaniel’s £230 and Whippet’s £251. Some people may be surprised that Rottweilers and active Sheepdogs are among the least destructive dogs.

Top Ten Least Destructive Dogs;

Staffordshire bull terrier £178.21
West highland white terrier £182.61
Yorkshire terrier £226.97
Spaniel £230.25
Whippet £251.02
Shih tzu £277.98
Labrador £280.59
Jack Russell £318.94
Rottweiler £346.88
Sheepdog £347.60
Chihuahuas do more damage than any other breed of dog – and if you want a quiet life you should get a Staffie…

Hand on heart I can honestly say that my Staffies have never shredded anything (save for Nipper ripping my walking sock to pieces, which I accept full responsibility for.) As far as a quiet life goes; I’m not too sure that is true, as Staffies are known to be very vocal. One day soon I will include a film clip of Hannah and Nipper tearing around the field, and then you will understand. And they snore like a drunken Irish navvy after pay-day…      Yours Aye.         I await a tempered reply from Kristen; the proud owner of two of the bad boy breeds ;-)

A bubble half-burst…

You know that great feeling you get after taking a long hot shower, when you sit down and apply cool ‘foo-foo’ powder to your feet and rub it in between your toes; knowing full well that the tactile sense is about to be enhanced as you are about to put on a pair of brand new Merino wool summer walking socks…  If not, try it you will absolutely love it1793982g

Have you ever had your bubble burst right in front of you, when you realise that one of the Merino wool summer walking socks has had the end chewed right out of it by your one year old Staffie x Jack Russell!  The same bubble burst had the effect of splashing soapy water droplets into my eyes, as I realised there was one sock laying there in mint condition that would never-ever be worn.  DSC_0011Nipper has never chewed anything, save but a large black Kong pacifier which is his one and only acceptable gnawing habit.  At this point I have to step forward and explain that I take full responsibility for the evolution; I am responsible for the demise of my own bubble! This morning prior to taking a shave and shower I laid out my fresh walking clothes and rather exuberantly teased Nipper with one sock; by gently slapping him around his face, after which I left the sock folded within my chosen walking boots. Those that know me also know I greatly appreciate anything that bodes well with the great outdoors, which fortunately (through birthday gifts as well as Xmas presents) brought forward several pairs of Marino wool walking socks, all brand new. The bubble semi-inflated… DSC_0007 What I didn’t need was Nipper adding insult to injury when he walked into the room. I pointed at the ‘dead’ sock and in my authoritarian voice said “Who done that?” Upon which (without any act of guilt or contrition) he simply picked it up and bimbled out of the room to his bed on the landing. We have since had words and broke bread with one another, problem solved and a valuable lesson learned. At least I think that’s what he said? Yours Aye.