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

He's Back !!!!

Yipee, Frodo's back home. Mum bought him a new bed just celebrate his return home. I don't think he likes it too much. It looks like a complete house instead of just a bed. He tried to get out as soon as he was inside. Oh no, I think he's trapped inside. I think I must set him free. I'll just undo the zip and he'll be out in flash, and I can get to the liverbread inside his new house. Hmmm, why is he calling me Scofield? He's even stranger than before he went off on his little vacation. It's been quite lonely while Frodo's been confined to his new house, although it is starting to look more like a dungeon rather than a castle. I've stopped the tunnel project for a few days now, but I'll resume when Frodo resumes active duty again.

He seems to think I have been watching something called "Prison Break", but I've been watching some really scary movies on the TCM channel. A few weeks ago I saw the Alfred Hitchcock's "The Birds". That movie scared the daylights out of me. I don't think mum and dad saw it yet, so once again it is up to me to have to protect the household while Frodo sleeps his day away. I wish they would take these avian attacks a bit more seriously.

On another note, I managed to get the better of mum's killer sandals. I saw them one night in the lounge and attacked as soon as I got my chance. We fought an epic battle through the night, but I finally landed the fatal blow and that was the end of the pair of sandals. Of course a victory bark was in order. Dad finally gets out of bed mumbling something about waking up at 3:30am. I could sense his excitement at my success as he immediately took me outside to play, but I was not really in the mood to run around outside at that hour of the morning, so I just casually strolled back to my bed. He looked so disappointed. I was still so pumped up from my victory the next morning that I couldn't even eat breakfast.

Oh, before I sign off, one last piece of news: It seems like Frodo's drug problem may be somewhat under control now. He hardly pops any pills these days. He seems to look much better recently too. Even his attention span has increased again.

I hope he is going to join us on our walks again soon. It's a bit more exciting chasing rabbits around when Frodo is there to cheer me on.

Woof

The Great Tunnel Project

I always told Frodo that there was evil lurking in this yard. "Nonsense!!" he would say. "Rubbish," and then fall asleep in the same spot every day. How could he sleep through all this. Lucky I was here to protect him through the day while he napped.

Every few hours I would spot some movement and have to bark. Frodo would wake up and grunt "You go get em Sir Wag. I got your back," before falling asleep again. I knew that if I was loud enough, the German Shepherd next door would go ballistic and scare them away. I had to take action. We needed a backup plan. An escape route of sorts. I wish he would help me dig that tunnel we planned, instead of running after that silly ball of his. Every now and then he would humour me and help with the tunnel, but he would lose interest in the dig very quickly. Then start a new dig somewhere else. Maybe that was not such a bad thing after all. All those random little holes in the yard are just a decoy. They will never find the real tunnel amidst all those little holes.

We have not yet finished the tunnel, and Frodo's disappeared. I know that I am next. They never going to get me. Maybe they will not want me if I am not fat enough. Of course, Frodo did put on a bit of weight these last few days. That's why they picked him. I will not allow myself to suffer the same fate. I must only eat enough so that I don't faint during the day while I am alone.

At least now uncle Bob has come to spend a few days with us. He looks like he took a bit of a beating on his behind. I will have to take care of him, but he knows how to open the door and let me in. I got to keep myself in his good books. He let's me into the house every day. I know it's only because he's scared to stay here alone. I must protect him from the same fate that Frodo suffered.

It's really nice having him here though. I keep him company while he naps through the day, much like I used to do with Frodo. Maybe I can get Uncle Bob to help with the tunnel project. He looks like he could do with some fresh air.

He's awake now. Got to go and check on him. Maybe in a few days with his help I'll post a picture of our completed tunnel.



Yours in Woofs and Wags

Sir Waggalot

Chasing Rabbits

Nothing like a good run to get the blood flowing - Lazy rabbits don't even give me a thank you for the exercise I give them. They outran me this time, but I'll be back. And as for those annoying birds... Just wait till I learn to fly. I been practising catching things out of the air with the Frisbee. Won't be long now before I can really fly.