Sundays are for…

When you are trying to have a Sunday sleep in…Looking on the bright side though – at least Willies groin area is facing away from Mr 3WD&P face – change is a good thing sometimes 🤣😅😂Happy Sunday peoples!

Tinsel is not his friend…

We are quite lucky here to have a laid back pack. They all fit together well, love a good adventure and take everything in thier stride – which is amazing considering four of our five dogs are rescue dogs, all from very diverse backgrounds.That is not to say at times the rehabilitation has always been a piece of cake – more of a rollercoaster of sorts. They bicker as you would expect siblings to do. They show and teach other all the habits you would rather they didn’t have (like barking like hooligans first thing in the mornings) and meal times can literally turn into a zoo if you don’t keep your wits about you.We go through a ridiculous amount of poop bags, have colour coded collars, harness and leads and delicately balance on an inch of the bed on a night (usually with a paw or tail up against our cheek) but we wouldn’t change it for the world.The oldies came to us earlier this year and I remember thinking as we collected them that we would be lucky if they were still with us at Christmas for they were tired and bone weary at fourteen and fifteen. Since then we’ve had a sixteenth birthday and have had the honour of watching them blossom.We found Bing to be a easy going old chap with a happy demeanour and Wallace a more reserved chap who loves a cuddle – indeed Wallace is rarely impressed with our antics and adventures unless is if of the eating or sleeping variety.And Christmas so far has not impressed him either it seems. Unlike Bing who is happy to participate and quite interested in seeing what’s going on Wallace is preferring to watch (or scowl) from afar – tinsel is not is friend and santa hats are just not funny it seems …🎅🐾🎅🐾🎅🐾🎅🐾🎅🐾🎅🐾🎅🐾🎅

Distribution in Service…

We are still here…Family matters (birthdays & illnesses) have abducted our hoomans for a while.Thank you for bearing with us, service will return to normal soon.Love fromMaggie, Willie, Ginny, Bing, Wallace and Pigcat.🐾❤️🐾❤️🐾❤️🐾❤️🐾❤️🐾❤️🐾❤️🐾

The Last Laugh…

Not wanting to admit to tormenting Pigcat by pushing his head through the dividing babygate at the door, Willie chose instead to sit quietly and pretend his head wasn’t actually stuck in between the metal rungs.

However, the silence in the house alone was enough to arouse suspicious that he was indeed up to no good – that and the fact his fringe had taken to sitting at rather peculiar angle after having to be creased up as to get his fat head back through rungs to the right side of the bars.

This therefore, meant that it was actually Pigcat who got the last laugh and not Willie as he had originally planned…

The toes of the beast…

Nearly lost three toes to this tool last night in bed – not sure what he was dreaming about under those covers but he obviously thought my foot was a westie eating beast that had come to collect his soul….

Autumn Adventures…

It’s not always about the long walks, sometimes a wee stroll around the block with the leaves blowing around your paws is just as amazing.

#autuminalfun

Back seat drivers…

Everyone is a back seat driver, whether it be to comment on your driving, the choice of music you play or to constantly whine about whether we are there yet…

Meaning as we hit the road to seek an adventure we did not get to enjoy the scenery on route.

Ginny successfully managed to strangle herself with her restraint (while also securely fastening one of Bings paws to her face.)Wallace intermittently sat on Bing as he was tied into place (with three legs) and when Wallace wasn’t sitting on him he was standing on him to look over the back seat so he could (loudly) protest at not being there yet.

Then there was Willie, who was disgruntled at being demoted to the middle seat (from riding shot gun with his daddy) and was making sure everyone but especially me (because I was riding shotgun – in his seat) knew of his unhappiness at this by trying to climb through the middle with no success (due to also being secured in by his harness.)

In actual fact Maggie and Bing (even though he was working on three legs) were the only two who remembered any of the car manners and etiquette.

Thankfully, I am pleased to say the journey back home was less stressful but only because they were all tired and snoring happily – you’ve got to love the the sea air…

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