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….

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

We will remember

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…

Wallace is not feeling the love for today. It’s too cold, too wet and he can’t be bothered with all that. It just makes him feel grumpy and under the weather. His family though knows intuitively that today he isn’t feeling great so they all pile around him to give him a much needed boost of heat via cuddles.However, some of Wallaces family members take attentive nursing to a whole new level (Willie obviously) not managing to get the fine balance between caring for someone and stalking them quite right.Just ignore the intense staring Wallace, Willie will get tired of it soon enough love 😂😅🤣

Today was all about treats, which we think is fair as it has been a hard start to the week (well hard for Wallace anyhow.) Wallace like most old gentlemen has mastered the art of patience, he’s a laid back friendly fellow, loves a snuggle and has a lovely temperament – mostly. I say mostly because like most older gentlemen he can be awkward when he wants to be.To date there has only been a handful of things Wallace dislikes such as; early mornings, rain, cold, mummy going to work and his toes. His toes being his biggest dislike. We learnt this very quickly and had it confirmed by our groomer who tried to trim his nails. This other split personality he hides away for special occasions such as toes and feet gives a likeness of being possessed as he snarls and bumps his gums away.So we have spent many an afternoon stroking, rubbing and massaging his tootsies, getting him used to them being touched. Our confidence grew to such a climax that when Wallace started limping on Monday we laughed in the face of danger – we can do this.No, absolutely not. It was definitely not going to happen. Certainly not in Wallace’s opinion anyway. Wallace had a tight knott of mud and hair in-between his pads that needed removing but he was not going to play along at all.We started off nicely;Have a bit of ham – I’ll check your paw. Snarl.
Look cheese – I’ll check your paw. No. Snarl.
Let’s wait until he’s asleep – Ha! No chance.
Well soak the knot out – not on his life will we.We even got to the point that he would tuck his paws underneath him and sit on them. It was looking like a vet visit and Wallace was more grumpy than ever.So we came to the most sensible decision we could (not!) ‘Hes only got five teeth, we’ll just go for it!’ So I wrapped him in a blanket, Mr 3WD&P cuddled him and I went in with the scissors and…Five minutes later he was knott free and not knott my friend anymore (sorry for the pun) his dislike of me lasted right up until today too – a whole three days he froze me out but it’s nothing some duck treats from the dehydrator and licking the custard bowl out couldn’t fix and full bellies mean lots of 💤💤💤💤💤But I’m so glad we are friends again but he isn’t half stubborn!

When you are frightened of missing some food dropping on the floor as mummy cooks but also need to take a nap – napping standing up as he waits it has to be then…What a funny wee chap Bing is 😂😅🤣

It is done the first visit to the garden centre to see the Christmas display – the husband made me do it – sorry 😬🤐🤫

Fortunately he hasn’t found the Christmas music CDs I hid last year yet…

#Christmaslovervsthegrinch

Maggie, Willie and Ginny love going on adventures and often going out in the car means adventures and they are just as excited about going in the car as they are at going for a walk. Loving the car so much means that going on holiday or visiting family is fairly easy.

However for Wallace and Bing the car is worrisome. Bing becomes can be disorientated due to being blind and frets at the beginning of journeys until he finds his bearings and Wallace?

Well, Wallace is a worry wart at the best of times, having bonded to me very quickly. His confidence relies heavily on whether I am in close proximity and change is not something he particularly likes.

This trip away to Scotland to visit family was our first little family break together and the longest journey we have had in the car with the oldies (apart from the weekend we collected them) that combined with strange surroundings and change in routines we knew would unsettle them but we were pleasantly surprised that they took it in thier stride and settled quite quickly.

When we arrived at our destination Bing scented everywhere he could touch (by rubbing his face on the furniture) – he uses smell to move around spaces safely and other than a few bumps when we first arrived he managed really well. Wallace also coped well, not straying far from my side and other than crying when I left him home (with other family members – not alone, alone.)

But the best thing was the walks. Nobody can deny how beautiful Scotland’s scenery is (and how hilly it can be) but still we managed fine on these walks – slow and steady being our motto. Although, on the last day of our holiday the last hill was one hill too many for Wallace (see middle photograph) but of course he kept back enough energy to get a treat or two afterwards…