Watchya gonna do about it like?

Unable to make his mind up on how to react to Mummy calling him a big softie baby as he cuddles his daddy this morning, Willie after some contemplating decided on two options…Firstly he went for the offended and embarrassed pose, hiding his face in his daddies armpit as he turned his back on his mummies mocking words, seemingly sulking at being caught mid-cuddle and showing his softy side.This was quickly rectified with full on westitude within minutes though as he then decided to stick it to his mummy and rub it right in her face. YES, he’s a snuggle bum and he loves his daddy sayes his cheeky face in not so many in words and “watchya gonna do about it like.”I just love this boy – he may be a right bruiser with a huge attitude to match but underneath it all if he chooses you, you know about it…🐾❤️🐾❤️🐾❤️🐾❤️🐾❤️🐾❤️🐾❤️🐾

I remember…

I remember.

I remember where I stood and what I was doing. I was seven months pregnant with my son Ben, standing in a children’s play park, pushing my older sons Thomas and James on the swings. We were on a family holiday at a caravan park.

No children played in the park the rest of that day. No laughing or noise came from the entertainment area or bar that day or evening.

Silence surrounded the world as people sat side by side and miles apart watching the horror enfold on the news.

And years later it is still difficult to comprehend. I will never understand how people can feel such hatred and wish such terror on humanity. I will always remember where I was and what I was doing on that day and I will not be the only one.

In a world that can be cruel, I choose to be kind.

Pizza is life…

Eating is never quite the same again after getting a dog is it, as most of us know dogs like hoomans have their favourite foods too. That food in our house is pizza – pizza is life. They even seem to subconsciously know when you are suddenly going to procure a pizza to go in the oven (then spend those vital minutes as it cooks underfoot.)Serving it upon a plate ramps the excitement up further and the licking of lips quickly commences. We can laugh at these little rituals our four legged companions go through in anticipation of a tasty bite but wouldn’t we all love to hear what they are thinking or in our house, what they are all planning – for our lot definitely have strategies…It begins with the mad dash to the living room ahead of you (for pizza eating must always take place Infront of a movie) and from the off you can clearly see it is a well planned mission as they seemingly move into their allocated spots.Wallace middle front with Ginny to the left side and Bing to the right, then not forgetting captain obvious the opportunist (Willie) sharp right by the foot (should you accidentally drop anything) accompanied by a very innocent looking Maggie to the right above Willie on high ground, sitting on the opposite sofa.At this time I must point out no laws have been broken. The invisible line is still intact, not one paw has passed it meaning the golden rule of no begging good closer than two feet to said food has thus been respected. However, the two foot away rule does not diminish forces such as bribery or guilt.The deep brown eyes pleading for pity, the tummies rumbling sweet nothings into your ears, alongside their little pink tongues stealing yummy whiffs of melted cheese and pepperoni – all a force to be reckoned with. These little dogs are not daft though, they know daddy DOES NOT share food EVER so guess who always gets it.Awh cmon man …🍕 🐕 🍕 🐕 🍕 🐕 🍕 🐕 🍕🐕 🍕 🐕 🍕

I dunno?

This is Willie’s ‘I dunno face?’

He has used it quite a lot today, especially following on from his daddies many questions which strangely began with ‘who did this? Was it you?

For example;

Who wee’d up my boots? Was it you?

Who ate my toast I left on the side? Was it you?

Who pinched the toilet roll? Was it you?

Who farted? Was it you?

Who shouted at me? Was it you?

Who left a poo at the back door? Was it you?

Who pulled the sheepskin out and humped it? Was it you?

Who ran away on the field? That was you!

Who attacked the water hose? That’s right that was you too!

Who is an asshole today – never mind hiding behind your mother Willie because we ALL know it’s you…

A boy and a dog…

Sometimes when day to day life seems endless we need to stop and take in the little wonders. The little splashes of light, that make you smile even if it is just for a moment.As growns up we often are so busy we can forget to look for these moments or even simply just fail to see them as they pass us by.Sometimes we just need to stop and look at life through the eyes of a child to see the wonder around us and appreciate the small things – a moment in time.Like a boy and a dog comforting one another and the gentleness between them. Here Ginny is making sure her boy is okay after a tearful moment and her boy is in return reassuring her he is and thanking her for the kisses…

Worry Wart…

Being long in his years often Wallace feels he has expertise and knowledge in most things, as such he feels it is his solemn duty to oversee any workmanship going on within his home.

This of course can be somewhat distracting, especially where sharp tools and objects are concerned and even more so when you have an old character such as Wallace who likes to get up close and personal due to poor hearing and eyesight.

Yes, Old Wallace is a worry wart and a nosey one too. He mooches and paces. Hovering within grumping distance and likes to give his opinion on occasions (usually when you are at a critical moment.) He is the polar opposite of his wee pal Bing.

Who thinks everything is awesome, totally oblivious to anything that maybe afoot. He just plods on, doing what he does, totally unawares of his big brothers worrying, occasionally walking into the odd person or plant in the garden as he goes but then I suppose life would be boring if we were all the same would it and it could be worse…

He could be drinking out the manky bird bath like Maggie or rolling in poo on the grass like Ginny or covered head to foot in sticky balls like Willie!

Let’s just hope Wallace keeps his nose away from the end of that saw eh!

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Birthday Girl…

Happy First Birthday to darling Ripley (Rippers) one of our gang, a little bit broken but still good 😳😂🤣#disfunctionalfamilies

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