This is the face of somebody got got nibbled on in the field during his walk yesterday.

The somebody who chewed and licked and made his skin sore.

Who wouldn’t leave it alone.

Who has to wear his ‘sisters’ mermaid pyjamas (complete with a sewn on bow.)

Who looks both ever so cute but also a bit ridiculous.

Lord Willie first of his name is most definitely not happy about his situation today …

Oh dear!

🤣😆😅

Yep, so it’s raining today and this is the only way I can encourage mine to go out for toilet breaks (by physically picking them up and closing the door behind them.)

As you can see this course of action is neither popular or working it seems…

#dognosestowindowemploringtocomein

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It’s alright for some isn’t it!

Yeah, you go back to bed darling Ginny, we know you are tired on account of you being up most of the night glopping …

We aren’t tired or anything after you kept us awake with your partner in crime (one guess who that would be!)

We’ll just sit bleary-eyed and listen to the two of you snore away.

💤💤💤

Somebody wants their breakfast NOW apparently and served to them upon the table like people!

Look at her as she patiently awaits to be waited upon (hoping for people food probably) full of air and graces.

But how can we be mad, out of all our dogs Tilly is the one who has the most difficult journey emotionally, her progress is small and in tiny steps but are huge to her and breakfast it no different.

She has gone from hiding, to stealing mouthfuls off the floor and running away.

To having to be handfed (she was scared of her bowls) alone in a room, to slowly being introduced to eating with the pack one at a time.

To trusting us enough to take treat and eat them (even next to us.)

To now enjoying and asking for food – even demanding table service.

From skin and bone to now 2kg heavier she has a pot belly and a beautiful smile at meal times, so yes she can have some people food as a treat (eggs) but I don’t think we will start the habit of eating at the table though 🤔🤣😁😆

Our two little men couldn’t be any more opposite than they are, take mornings for instance.

We have Lord Willie, who is sauve and smarmy with his ‘love me eyes’ and ‘touch ma belly’ pout. Who also wakes up wide awake and noisy and bouncy too (to the point we throw pillows at him!)

To Sir Wallace, who is a one eye open, it’s still light guy, douse me with blankets, kiss my nose and leave me until noon (or feeding time) dude.

Polar opposites but both adored and loved dearly (although Willie can push the limits on occasions.)

For instance; yesterday’s photo – they were innocent – Willie had scoffed his tea and in the ten seconds we turned our backs scoffed Ginny and Toffees tea too (little s**t that he is) but don’t worry Toffee and Ginny didn’t starve, they had a lovely tea too while Willie snored on the sofa, unable to move because he was so full 🙄🤣🙄