Lord Willie, first of his name, god of thunder, commander of mischief isn’t having the best of weeks.

Yes, he does bring alot of trouble to his own door as they say, as he boulders in head first, never thinks of consequences and uses his head (phyiscally, as a battering ram) rather than his brain!

But his week has been peppered with joyful evening trips to the beach, off set with toothache, antibiotics bellies and last but not least a sting to the bum.

It’s safe to say he’s ready for this week to go by and maybe next week he won’t be so keen to roll on that bumblebee on the grass…

Getting the paws wet…

It’s about enjoying the little things when you are 16 years and 11 months old and are as blind as a bat, have only four teeth, fart when you sneeze and get a round of applause everytime you make it onto the sofa without help.

So today that’s just what Old Wallace did, he enjoyed the sand in his paws and followed me into the shallows of the tide. Which for Wallace can be scary as not only can he see but the wet sand underfoot moving worries him and his footing.

It always amazes me that he so willingly puts his absolute trust in me, he never goes far from me as I never do from him and we keep up a good chatter of conversation – for although he’d like you to think he is deaf, he’s not (it’s more westietude than anything) and old man hairy ears!

The other funny thing, Willie never left his side far or long either. Willie may pretend his doesn’t like his old pal (because Wallace still has his nuts unlike him) but when it matters he’s there, nudging him along because we all love Old Wallace here.



A little yellow buttercup
Stood laughing in the sun;
The grass all green around it.

The summer just begun;
Its saucy little head abrim
With happiness and fun.

Bestest Present Ever!

I think it’s safe to say Old Wallace has enjoyed his Gotcha Day celebrations with a three foot long vension sausage all to himself being his bestest present ever!

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