Eeeek! (It must be Christmas again)

Ooo gawd.. there is something weird going on here .. what’s that I feel on my head? 

Yours Truly Confused has the camera out, so I’m going to have to put a brave face on it. Hopefully if I’m really, really, good with this pose,  I’ll get some of those munchies she’s waving over her head with one hand while trying to focus the camera with the other. 

Aha! I remember now, the same thing happened about the same time last year.  Memo to self – destroy the antlers before Xmas 2014.

He’s behind you!

I know The Big Guy, the Diva and Duby are trying to tell me something ..
But I can’t figure out what

Something’s up

Ooooo – there is definitely something funny going on in Baskerville Manor. 
Yours Truly Confused had some visitors yesterday evening. They came in with two crate things. There was a really, really interesting scent, but before I could investigate properly, I was ushered out into the back garden. I was let in after the visitors had gone and YTC spent the evening going up and down into the attic.
I can hear her speaking to somebody called Mr Kit-Kat and somebody called Little Jet-Black, but I can’t hear anybody replying to her.  I’m a bit concerned about her sanity. 
Whenever she comes downstairs from the attic, that really, really interesting scent is on her, but she’s not telling me anything.
This morning the man from Tesco brought the groceries and among them was this stuff called “litter”.  Why on earth would she want to buy litter?  The Diva, The Big Guy and I can provide oodles of it for free anytime she likes, just let us at the bin.
Must investigate.

Detente #2

I mentioned earlier this year that The Big Guy and I have our differences when it comes to food, or the best place on the couch and we know it drives Yours Truly Confused bonkers when we argue.

The thing is, we can’t keep the act up all the time, and woops, she has just caught us relaxing together again.  It’s just too comfy here to move so we will maintain peace and harmony.  That is, until YTC wants to get to bed.  Honestly, you’d think she owned it or something.

Peel me a grape

After a long hot day wearing a wet towel, snoozing and supervising Mum while she worked in the garden, there is nothing nicer than a rest on the couch with the evening sun on my head and the shade on my back.

Shady lady

I am really the smartest girl in this house.  Average temperature today is given at 76 degrees Fahrenheit and I am the only dog who has had the sense to get in the shade.

Yours Truly Confused has kindly wet all the towels with cold water and let us wear them round the garden, I think I look rather fetching.

Detente #1

The Big Guy and I like to argue a lot, and when we do, it is guaranteed to send Yours Truly Confused up the walls.  She hates it when we grumble at each other.

It’s great fun winding her up – we get alternative scolding and bribes, mostly bribes, so we do tend to lay it on a bit thick from time to time, and we never let on to YTC that we are actually the best of friends

But it’s cold out tonight and all warm and cosy in our bedroom, so all is peace and harmony and we can’t hide it.  I think she is on to us.