Sunday, 7 September 2014

Waiting and expected to perform the impossible (or maybe slightly probable).

How is it that I can be expected to sleep while my food cooks?? My mum expects me to lay down on my blanket and sleep while mere feet away my food is gently cooking on the fire? I know its gonna be good? But really? Can a boy be expected to sleep whilst smelling the tantalising smell of dinner wafting around my nostrils?

<yawn> Nope - not falling asleep! Not even close! <yawn>

Wishing you many happy barky days!

Hannibal

Thursday, 4 September 2014

Dogs don't get red wine in their dinner!

Mum is at it again, making wonderful tantelising smells! Oh, I just love her cooking. But she is telling me that it is not for me.  I have seen her bring out diced beef, which is in the pot browning up, and on the table is onion (one purple, one brown), garlic, leeks, broccoli, zucchini, baby spinach leaves, a small bit of cream, hot English mustard, pepper and red wine... Apparently dad will be preparing the potato and carrot!

Mum is making soup! And I am all a-drool! The floor is wet from my salivation! I can't wait to taste it, but, its not for me! But I know that if the little person doesn't eat hers, then I'll get a taste then! Is it ok if I wish that the little person doesn't eat? I LOVE mummys cooking!!!

Wishing you many happy barky days!

Hannibal

Hunted and plucked!

Spring is here and so is plucking season!

Mum and dad decided today to hunt me down and pluck me!

I was out playing with Turbo (who really should be called "slowmo"), when the two commenced their hunt. I slipped past them twice, but then dad used his authority voice and I laid down. They pounced, and commenced the first pluck of the season. And boy do I feel better! The first lot of winter coat has gone! And if it is anything like last season, then they will need to pluck and brush my coat out of me right through until winter!
My coat is so thick, and my feet just can't do it all. I am glad that mum and dad help me. Otherwise I'd roast in summer!
Last year I had the cat helping me! I still remember the beard he wore! Made him look distinguished and cute!
Now that I'm wearing less coat I can be even faster than Slowmo!!

Wishing you many comfortable happy barky days!

Wednesday, 3 September 2014

I'm so excited, and I just can't hide it...

My mum and dad must be getting better... They took some time to wrestle with me, then dad practiced his Jedi skills to put me to sleep... It almost worked too! But I was just too worked up and too happy to lay on my blanket (in front of the fire) and sleep! Though, when they work together they wear me out! I bet the will sleep well tonight! And what's more, mum didn't hurt her wrist because they were sitting down on the lounges, wrestling me with their legs! Mum says that playing that way is a good leg exercise, and good lung exercise (cause they laughed so much). I would have laughed with them, but I don't know how! So I just gave them both the biggest smile that would fit on my face! They know that they made me happy! Oh, and I did steal one of mums slippers a couple of times, and she warned dad to not crash into any of my teeth!

When I play, I'm so happy that I play with a smile on my face. Mum says this makes tug-o-war next to impossible, because I keep smiling and forget to hold the rope. Though, when I do remember to hold the rope, I can pull my entire family around the yard! I'm strong!

I like to smile! It brings joy to all those who see it (well, almost all... There are some who are not pleased with my smile. And that makes me sad.)!!

Wishing you many happy barky smiley days!

Monday, 1 September 2014

Ahhh, food...

My mum (I can call her that)!! She is making me dinner!

The recipe is easy.

Firstly, you take a large pot, with water in it, make the water boil, add a shake of tumeric, and a shake of chili, and a slosh of apple cider vinegar, put in some rice. If mum uses the smaller of the two big pots she has, then she put 4 mugs of rice, if she uses the bigger of the two, then she puts in 6 mugs of rice. Then, she adds the best bit, 1 tin of mackerel broken into bits, and 1 tin of pink salmon, again, broken into bits. She then leaves it to cook gently until the rice is cooked.

Now, mum has reasons for all these ingredients.

She learned from somewhere that apple cider vinegar is good for my internal workings, and it gives my coat its wonderful shine.

She adds tumeric, simply because she discovered  that I prefer yellow rice! Apparently it won't do me any harm!

Chili is there to make me fart! (did I say that out loud, he he he!) Apparently it helps keep me regular! (in the poop department, and makes my breath something special.)

The rice is carbs! I'm a highly active puppy, and mum likes me looking a little meaty, though she often complains to me that she can see my ribs no matter how much food she gives me!

Then the fish! Mmmmm mmmmmmm ... The fist has oil and other stuff. Apparently dogs like me can get hip and other joint issues. So she is feeding me all the good stuff to reduce the possibility of that in my old age! The fish also has bones in it, so I get calcium!

And for an extra special treat, she sometimes mixes into the cook rice a kilo of minced offal from the butcher. She gets it frozen and she partly defrosts it, then mixes it in so it mostly stays raw! That too is good for my tummy! Helps my tummy continue to work properly!

Then as dessert, I get some bones! Raw from the butcher! My dad buys these for me! He stores them in the freezer and I tell ya, on a hot day a frozen bone or 2 is just the best cooling treat!

Wishing you many happy barky days! (and good eating)