I'm about 14 now...........My Mistress gets my age wrong cos she's a bit alzheimic

Clean livin' & plenty of cuddles keeps me young.

My Mum finally took me to the vet cos of the recurring bottie prob and because I was being a bit funny about going on a walk and the vet promptly stole £150 off my mum. Gave me a packet of wormers......and took my blood.
That's the game. when i die I'm coming back as a vet.
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I'm getting old

I'm nearly 15. Had diarrhea recently. thank goodness my mistress didn't take me to the Vet to get pumped with antibiotics.
The fact is that when us doggies get the trots it actually means we are going thru the healing process. Unless we have a more serious ailment going on or the trots for several weeks.
Anyway, my mum nursed me and stroked me with her healing hands and even gave me Spirulina,which she swears by.
I'm better now..but I dont have many years left to live, and I know my mistress is dead worried about how I will eventually pass on. I'm much slower with the walk now and I sleep all day and all night. But I still have the spirit and sparkle...just like my mistress.
I've had a great life. And I've outlived lots of my (doggie) friends.
I hope I die suddenly and quietly in my sleep without a long and bitter illness. My mum would be happy for that.
We are soul-mates. And we both know that it's not over when it's over in this mortal sphere.
But meanwhile.....let's stop the maudlin' and get on with the fun of dodging the bombs in London.
(I dont like Tony Blair either.....smarmy made-up creep of a man.....When's he gonna admit he got it wrong?).

Yes it's a dog's life when you can lie on the floor and get gorgeous thespians like Gemma Gregory canoodlin with ya.

Deep sigh

It's raining cats and dogs in Sante Fe, New Mexico

I've got a terror of cats since I was attacked by three at a friend's house, so my mum/mistress thought this pic might alleviate the stress that I get each time I see a moggy.
She took this pic in Sante Fe when she was on a trip to see 'Crossing Over' psychic John Edward.
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She had popped across to Sante Fe for the day from Albuquerque, where the John Edwards seminar was taking place.
Yes the mad woman flew ten thousand miles to see him, thinking there would be an audience of about 200. Instead there were THREE THOUSAND. The tickets were $100 a head!! She was made to join a ridiculous queue that wound round the block for blocks! Did I mention that my mum doesn't do queues?...she does it the continental way.......barge up to the front.......or flash her Press Card.
She was supposed to be interviewing the great man, but the organisation was a total shambles and she never got to meet him in person. His loss:)

But even though she was sitting in the back section, she got an important message from her brother who drowned 44 years ago. She also met a great couple...a police chief, canine section, whose wife Shawna is a llama farmer in Oklahoma. Can you believe John Edwards called out, "Does anyone here breed prize-winning llamas?" My mum's new friend nearly fell off her chair.
check out Shawna's website

http://pages.prodigy.net/norman002/index.html


And Mistress Cherri also met a real live descendant of a legendary Indian Chief (native american, or first nation to the PC brigade) in the hotel bar.
So that was a feather in her cap.
She said she'd post pics when she finds them
Travel broadens the address book

Wait til mum comes home

This was in our old house when my young master was a teenager. As you can see........he enjoyed his teenage years. He's got his own place now, not far away............he gets my mistress round to clean every week. He's a clever little sod. He twists my mum/mistress round his little finger. Sometimes I stay overnight with him, when my mum goes away for the night for a shag, and then the young master plays his music, which I enjoy. I am His Masters Voice sort of a dog really.......You've got to be quite old to remember that.
My mum's quite old, tho she doesn't look it...she's 60. I'm thinking of investing in a new model. Don't tell her.

I love wagging my tail I do

Cos I'm a happy dog. My mum gives me strokes and kisses and cuddles all day. Nobody can believe I'm 14. I still race around the park, but when I'm at home nowadays I like to sleep a lot. My Mum does too. She turns the phones off and pretends she's out. She doesn't answer the door either. I used to bark when the doorbell rang, but seeing as my mistress can't be arsed to answer it, I've decided I can't be arsed to bark anymore. This is how we work together as a team.
I don't know why we've got a doorbell really. I call it the cuss bell. When someone has the temerity to ring it, my mistress goes "Who the fucks that?......tell 'em to piss off"....forgetting I can't speak humanoid. Although she tells people I can...She swears I can say "I love you". It's a bit sad. Cos all I'm doing is clearing my throat in a doggy kind of way. But don't tell her.

These two pix were taken in the same place on Wimbledon Common

What a difference a season makes. See Flora wading thru the water-filled grassland.

Then Flora's gone.....and left us with a rainbow.

Mummy cried today

when she saw this pic of me with lovely Flora, my old friend that I used to sleep on top of.

br>Flora was funny. Like all labs, she loved the water. But she was more amphibious than most. She used to pretend to drown.


Look at the crazy pooch........fishing for sticks.
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I miss my Flore

When Nasty Nick tried to strangle me

It's Big Bruv time. So here's the UK's most famous Big Bro housemate. Our neighbour Nasty Nick Bateman.

Ooh lovely...the suns out

I'm going to be lazing in the sun today, instead of lazing in the house. They say it's a dogs life.
Good innit?

Me & my Mistress up a tree

My mistress likes to climb trees with me and then take pictures of ourselves. Quite clever really.

Kayli at the Isobella Plantation, Richmond Park, May

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