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Tangles of arms legs, paws and wiggles.

I thought about drawing this one again but I think it pretty much describes with accuracy the chaos of cuddling two dogs, one of whom is a little chewy monster with sharp teeth…but very lovely.

They get on very well, Bonnie lets Frannie chew her legs and in return, Frannie lets Bonnie chew all her puppy toys.

The cats are coping with the blonde Romanian invader, Renee can now share some chicken in her presence but we have more work to do and that always takes time. I think it took me five or so months to really stop Bonnie chasing poor Arnie. Sausage and chicken is already better than chasing pusses so we are getting there…

Leader.

I am getting the hang of a training lead, I am.

Bonnie is doing a better job than me at teaching our pup to follow on a lead.

Frannie has never been on a lead before and we have spent the week making friends with the lead with lots of chicken too. Now the lead is very exciting because nice things happen when the lead goes on, magic chicken appears and it’s brilliant as Bonnie gets some too.

Other dogs are very exciting too as are cars, as are bees and butterflies.

Everything is exciting and must be barked at.

It’s very noisy here right now.

The cats are upstairs and come out at quiet times but that’s going to take time and if Bonnie can do it, so can Frannie.

And me too.

A street dog called Frannie.

Apologies for the silence but the storms blew in a five month old street-puppy from Romania. I think she’s a keeper. Very scared right now but she’s joined the right family.

Meet Frannie, our new stowaway. Been with us a few days now and settling in so very well after a bumpy start of snarling and being all street tough.

I think we have a very clever pup here, she’s walked this earth before.

Shady

Even in the shade the weather has been roasting.

Old bones.

This beautiful soul came into our lives nearly ten years ago.

A hurricane of life and energy.

Now a gentle breeze and a happy tail.

Life got better once she found her happy home.

Please if you are going to get a dog, go and be a superhero and rescue one that needs a home. You’ll get a lifetime of love and wiggles.

Yes they come with baggage but once unpacked, that little suitcase is there to stay until the day comes when you both let each other go and you put your heart back in it for them to take.

Puffling hour.

It’s late enough and Renee has started moving her little knitted kitty puffs upstairs for the night.

The kids sleep through the racket and wake to a landing full of knitted balls.

It’s better than Christmas as you never know what you’re going to step out to each morning.

One got taken out in the rain last week through the cat flap and forgotten about but I’m happy to report it has found its way back in late tonight.

One got placed inside a wellington boot.

One found its way inside the dog crate, Bonnie is very fond of them too.

Must knit more, I now have wool in rainbow shades.

A little rest.

Bonnie has been on bed rest all weekend.

No running.

No jumping.

No fun.

I hate sitting still too girl.

I think she’ll be just fine. Age is no fun when you’re a one hundred miles an hour dog.

Miss Bump.

Bonnie, we need to have words about launching yourself off the patio at dinner time. You’re nearly twelve now and you’re not a puppy any more.

A sausage is not worth the pain.

Let’s hope that sore leg is better in the morning eh?

Morning grub.

Gruff.

GRUFF.

Put the bowl down before the cat explodes please!

Yoga is relaxing.

Sun’s out.

The Hairball.

And there it lay, cold on the ground. Like a recently deceased creature of the night, slain by the rays of the early morning sun. Glistening and motionless.

The feline gently stepped away from its creation. Denying all knowledge of its part in bringing this thing into brief being.

The humans would rise soon and would fail to see it’s beauty, its purpose to simply exist on the floor of their dwelling and would cast it with disgust, into the bin.

The biggest hairball in living history.

Feather busting.

Cats on stairs.

Cats in pairs.

Watch out!

They go for your toes, they go for your head.

Sneaky little murder mittens swipe-swiping through the banister.

Watch out!

Is it feeding time?

This is emotional blackmail!

Cat versus cake.

Angie bakes six layers of different coloured sponge cake and leaves them to cool on the kitchen counter.

Renee cat comes along and takes a nibble out of EACH layer.

Calculate:

A) The level of swearing from Angie at the discovery of nibbled cake.

B) The exact percentage of remaining cake.

C) The exact amount of extra buttercream needed to cover the nibbled cake.

D) The amount of tea needed to calm Angie down.

Where’s Bonnie?

Upside down.

That is the preferred carrying method for this particular madam.

Still life.

Departed for adventures.

Gumball decided she was off to bigger pastures this morning. Never nice when they go.

The face.

I can’t eat my food with this little face looking at me.

Bonnie breaks the internet.

I’ve been looking at all my drawings of Bonnie and thought you might enjoy this little selection of her best moments.
Bonnie, the hurricane, the bottomless pit, the legend, my girl. Still ever the wiggle machine and all round stinkpot of love.

Toys and games.

Renee loves her toys so much. She picks them up and carries them around and if you’re lucky, she’ll bring one to you accompanied by an awful lot of yowling. She hasn’t been outside yet as I want her to feel settled before I let her out in the garden.
She is a very talkative cat and will have small yowling dialogues with herself while prowling around the house. Little panther on an adventure. Black cats are so beautiful when they move, from head to toe a fluid tip toe of paws and haughty tail. Her eyes are bright green and go as big as saucers when something grabs her attention.
The kids are so happy that she loves to play with them. She and Bonnie are getting along with a healthy disregard of each other. There is no fear on Renee’s part and there is the endless need to sniff a cat’s behind from Bonnie.

renee toys

Sun’s out…

…dog’s out.
spider dog

Cafe canines.

dog cafe
I took my dog into a lovely cafe, a dog friendly one. What a great idea, walking the dog and relaxing with a hot cup of coffee afterwards.
Not with this diva of a dog. She insisted on standing at the counter with her paws up and placing her own order.
She then complained very loudly when she didn’t get a biscuit and howled at the schnauzer at the next table.
All was finally going well until she waltzed off to say hello to a staffy (taking my table with me and my coffee).

How to train a house dragon.

This takes a lot of careful research, jaffa cakes and an awareness of other creatures that may take exception to your dragon (eg. cat,dog, chicken, teddy bear).
how-to-train-a-house-dragon

Similarity.

similarity

What goes “Yowl, eek, yowl eek?”

Another live “present” from Arnie. I think my cat is having a mid-life crisis and is busy proving himself at the moment. Nothing beats seeing your dog chase the cat who is chasing a mouse around your living room at nine o’ clock in the evening…
yowl eek

Ball.

Bonnie found a football in our local park. A half deflated greying thing. Love at first sight.
Home

Our new addition…

…to the family. Meet Sparkles, the stick insect. Evie has spent all evening talking to her in her room. She’s quite smitten with her.
sparkles

Give a chicken a strawberry…

…and stand well back, it gets nasty! STRAWBERRY

Grumpy Cat.

Arnie’s been to the vet today for his booster.
He finds the whole experience very traumatic.
The whole waiting room found it traumatic too when his tummy decided to revolt.
Hopefully, he’ll have put the whole unfortunate experience behind him in the morning.

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