Minority Rules

Mum brought home new puppy... except it was of the human kind.  Frodo seemed quite excited about this - it was really the extra treats that came with the baby.

At first I though that all mum brough home was a blanket, but then you can imagine my surprise when that blanket let out a spine chilling scream. Turns out that he was just hungry, and his mood improved as soon as mum fed him.
At least he shares his toys with me - I got a cuddly bear that I took to my bed yesterday.  Mum did not seem impressed, but she allowed me to take another of his stuffed toy's in exchange for the bear.  I guess that as soon as he learns to throw a frisbee, he'll become a lot more useful to me.  For now we just go out for walks with Frodo tugging on Kellen's pram.  I tried explaining to Frodo that mum pushes the pram, but Frodo is quite untrainable sometimes.

I wonder when he is going to house trained.  For now it's just all about changing diapers and feeding.

It's finished

Finally - the pond's finished... Now we got to get some fish.  And I bet dad could not have done this without our help diging the hole for him.  I even had to convince Frodo that there was some biltong under all the soil for him if he help dig the hole.  It would have worked too - if he had not fallen asleep instead of digging.

And the best part of the pond is that I can climb up the rocks to get onto the fence.  So now I can also take care of the neighbours garden too.  Hmmm they have some nice spots for me to dig up.  Very nice indeed.

I wonder if the fish would play with me while Frodo sleeps through the day.  We'll see.  At least dad's happy that I have been keeping the birds away - They have this hungry look when they see the pond.  Too bad for them there's no fish in there yet.  OOOh more entertainment for the day - I get to play with the birds too.

I hear that Boog and Lucy are coming over to spend a few days with us... Maybe I'll teach the labrador how to climb up onto the fence and help the neighbour with their garden.  I'm sure dad will be so pleased that we are all helping out. 

Till next time... Many happy wags to you all.

Boog & Lucy visit again

It's been a long time since I posted anything.  Dad's been pretty preoccupied recently - He's been slightly busy at work, but I guess that's what he has to do to keep a good supply of liverbread. Anyway, I thought today I am going to tell you all about Boog and Lucy's visit a few weeks ago.  


I overheard Mum that morning saying that Boog and Lucy were coming to visit again today. It’s always nice having Boog around - it's like having your own body guard. That labby can run over anything.

Mum said that they would be here that afternoon.  Frodo and I manipulated dad into playing with us in the park and then we saw a very familiar red car making its way towards us.  It was Uncle Rory.  He also came to visit.  Man, this Sunday was getting better and better.  I rushed up to greet him with my muddy paws and rolled over for the mandatory tummy rub and as usual he didn’t disappoint.  Frodo interrupted my tummy rub by dropping his ball at Uncle Rory's feet, which he happily threw for Frodo.  Oh well if he’s throwing the ball, he might as well throw the Frisbee too.  


Boog and Lucy were taking their own sweet time getting there.  The labrador probably stopped at the drive-thru for some KFC again.  Hope he brings us some take away.  When the car finally stopped in our driveway, Boog was sitting in the backseat, while Lucy was right in the back. How on earth did he get to the back seat? Oh well guess that doesn’t matter - they are here!

Yippee, an afternoon of Frisbee, ball throwing and running and jumping. It was mayhem in the park. Aunty K brought the scary snappy, flashy thingy and kept trying to get me.  Mum says it called a camera.  Frodo is always too ready to offer a smile and a pose for the flashy thing, but I know better.  I've been watching Star Trek - it's a phaser that can zap away border collies.  They never going to get me with that thing.  


Then the afternoon got even better - we all went on a walk.  I got to show Boog and Lucy all my favourite and most smelly hideouts.  After a while Boog couldn’t keep up as I dashed through the grass.  He, Lucy and Frodo were more interested in splashing in the muddy water - how uncivilised!!  No wonder mum was screaming at Frodo.  I escaped all the shouting because I was far too busy chasing a dragonfly.  The long grass also prevented Aunty K from zapping me with that phaser she carries around. 

Nothing like a good few minutes of Frisbee throwing, followed by a walk, and then for a few more minutes of Frisbee throwing. But Boog didn’t want to have anything to do with a Frisbee. Instead he jumped straight into my watering hole and did a few laps. Frodo was in the firing line and almost got rammed into the pool as Boog jumped in.  Lucy, Frodo and I tried to herd Boog around the pool, but he wanted none of that. He just ignored us and swam his laps.

Sigh, a wet labby doesn't work well inside the house, so we were all left outside to dry up. How rude! We get punished for Boog's indiscretion. 

It’s almost my bed time, and I’m feeling a bit tired. Boog’s visits always tires me out. Man I’m going to enjoy my sleep tonight.

Woof

Sir Waggalot.

The Holiday

It was a warm and muggy Durban morning.  I got the smell of the sunblock as mum pasted herself.  It was a smell I knew well.  She always applies sunblock before she goes out to play with us.  And then she gathered our stuff and picked up our leashes - We got into the car and I could not stop barking with excitement.  Yippee, we were off to the beach.

And then we got the ultimate surprise.  Boog and Lucy were there at the beach too.  Happy Days!!

Boog was also in heaven.  He found a fisherman who had just caught his first fish of the morning, so Boog decided to do what labradors were bred for and get the fish.  Frodo just urged him on his mischievous quest.

Frodo came prepared for some serious wave riding.

Boog, Frodo and I explored the aquatic life while Lucy Lucy finds a rock to work on her tan.

And after all that playing, Frodo and dad both needed an afternoon nap at Grandma's.

Off to Durban

We're off to Durban on vacation.  I was so excited when I saw mum pack up my stuff last night.  I can't wait to get to the sea again.  I tried not to disturb dad all night and even remained quiet through one of the worst thunderstorms this month.  He has to drive early in the morning and we all know how grumpy he can get when he has to wake up in the middle of the night.  But I know he was also just as excited and could not get any sleep too.

Mum's awake now, getting ready to for our trip, so I thought I'd quickly wish you all a great new year.  Hope you all have a fantastic PART-EEEE and celebrate 2010 in style.  It going to be a big year for all of us with the soccer world cup being held here in SA.

Bye for now.  See you all next year.

Lots of wags and licks

Sir Wag signing off in 2009.

Mayhem at 10 Primrose

I started the morning helping dad and Elliot dig a hole for the pond. After all, with all the digging that I have been recently doing, this is really a relatively small project for someone with my credentials. Dad and Elliot spent the entire day digging up this little patch - such amateurs. They eventually stopped just in time to entertain Boog and Lucy. And just as an added bonus, Uncle Rory turned up. I thought that he was in the Cape, but he came back early. Yippeee! He gives the best tummy rubs in the business.

It was a fine day for a swim, and Uncle Rory had his trunks and towel ready for action. Boog arrived and also thought that swimming was a fine idea. I'm not sure what all the fuss was about, but I just try to stay out of the labrador's way when he's having this much fun. He and Uncle Rory had real trouble keeping the water in the pool. Boog's dad looked on in horror as they splashed their way around.

Eventually Boog and Uncle Rory were all done swimming, and the mopping up operations had to begin. Boog seemed unconcerned about the mayhem he had just created. Lucy and I helped clean up.

It's Thunderstorm Season

The other night dad read us a bedtime story. It was about Chicken Little and his efforts to stop the sky from falling on his head. Frodo thought that it was a really funny story, but it freaked me out. I could not even concentrate on hearing the end of the story. I had bad dreams all night. I woke up in a cold sweat quite a few times that night and had to bark just to make sure all was OK in the house. To my relief dad came running out every time I barked loud enough. To make matters worse we had a thunderstorm that night too. I cannot understand how humans can remain so calm when the universe is about to come to such an abrupt end. Frodo tries to reassure me that it is just a story, and I should go back to bed. But I think this is serious stuff. Why else would the National Anxiety Centre actually have an annual award called the "Chicken Little Award"?

Frodo is recovering nicely. It's nice having him around. Mum and Dad still don't take him on our walks yet, but at least we get to play in the garden. It's almost holiday again. Mum and dad are going to take us to the beach again. This time Frodo and I are going prepared with a surf board. We get to visit Rio again. I hear he is not doing so well these days with those hips of his. Maybe we'll take some of Frodo's pills with us to help him out. The drugs are working wonders on Frodo. We going to take him for his checkup next week, and hopefully then he'll be allowed to run around and play with me again.

Dad has been planning a holiday project. He want to build us a koi pond in the garden. I can't wait to get some fish in there. I've already started digging.

Got to run now. Boog and Lucy are coming over to visit. Mum's been cooking all day, and Frodo and I have been helping. I took the clothes of the washing line for her. She did not seem very impressed, but I think she is just stressed that it's already late Sunday and she has go to work and leave us alone tomorrow.

Anyway, cheers for now. I got to go and prepare for Boog and Lucy's visit. They going to be here any minute now. The three of us will probably have to teach that labby to herd again. He just doesn't get it. Maybe we'll just play with the frisbee instead. He knows how to catch that - and I could pick up a few pointers from watching him retrieve too.

Woof