Friday 25 July 2014

Somebody mentioned a hay stack?

Uh oh... Dad and I are in the Dog House!! Which is something to say given that we all leave in the same house. But I also want to add that I am the unfortunate victim of a plot, because really I haven't done nothing wrong at all, as you will see...
Dad decided that he was going to repair some of his shorts. He's got an increasingly bigger belly so he popped a few buttons... Uh what Dad? No not saying anything, nothing at all....
So he asked Mum to find him buttons because even though he found the sewing kit, he must have had difficulty looking into the little bag...*giggles*
Well after Mum found him some buttons he applied himself to the task. Mum was doing some cleaning in another room, but I decided to stay and help Dad, moral support and all that.
After a bit Mum came back to see if we were still alive or all sewn together. And guess what? We were still alive!!
I was doing quality spot checking around Dad. Mum came round to give me a little cuddle, she's needy like that... But then she looked at me weird because I was chewing a bit. Wot?? Can't a pup chew a bit? Chew, chew, chew... She thought I was chewing a bit long so she decided to look at what I was chewing and put her whole fingers and hand in my mouth... I hope she washed her hands before doing that really! And she kept poking and suddenly I hear a OH GOSH! More poking... and she finally pulls out a big needle out of the side of my tongue...Uh oops, was I not suppose to hold on to that for Dad??
So then Mum just told us both off. Dad for spreading needles around and me for scoffing everything I find. Don't see anything wrong with just checking what is on the floor and I am innocent of any wrong-doing, though still somehow blamed... So now Dad and I are sulking...

Sunday 20 July 2014

Made such a mess...

Oops forgot to tell you about the mess the minions made in the house last weekend! They got into their head that the side of the house wasn't really "pretty", so they want to redo the garage and the whole side because they don't like concrete... I thought it was perfectly good to go have a wee but hey, what do you want me to say...

So a few days before the week end, Dad announced that they needed to do some shopping. Immediately, Mum was thinking of nice clothes and diamonds, but they ended up getting a sledge hammer and a big metal crow bar... Well t'is nearly the same no?
what it looked like before,
looks a lot more neat and tidy
that what it really was...
Also on the Friday, a big thing in metal arrived on my front driveway. Nobody asked me about it!! I went to check it, and it seemed ok, so I'll let it go for this time... And then on Saturday the madness started they were using the hammer and hurting the concrete bam bam bam! Pieces of concrete flying everywhere! They kept huffing and puffing picking up some of the pieces. I tried to help, but I was always shooed away, which was quite rude I shall add. But then I got an idea, the minions must have been quite bored by the repetitive bashing they were doing, I went to get my ball to keep them entertained. Then, ball and I helped, but I don't know why the minions kept sending ball away, so I kept bringing ball back, yay we're playing fetch, right? They still didn't look impressed... what has a puppy got to do!
look what they did!!
Ball and I helping...
Also I wanted to add that if that was me who had done a hundredth of that mess, I would have been grounded for an entire year. But it's them so "it's all ok". Where is the justice there I ask you???
When they stopped bashing the poor concrete (which between you and me was quite dangerous given Mum's inability of staying injury free for more than 2 seconds), they decided to put everything in the big metal thing, was really noisy! It kept resonating and hurting my poor ears. Had to put my paws on my ears, even the girls were agreeing that they were noisy... and that's something coming from them!!!
they couldn't put anymore in there...
Now it's a bit of a messy mud pit, not sure it's any better but they said that it was just the start. I sort of like it because I can run like a mad pup and I get muddy paws and then I can run back in the house and mum loves it because she runs in with me waving her hands and singing after me. We're having fun!!! Mwahaha!
Now after wrecking the outside they are doing a mess in one of the room inside. When will all that stop? And what about running about and playing with ME! Pffff those minions, I tell you...

Friday 11 July 2014

They're not broken!!

Oh My Dog!! Sorry peeps, was going to tell you what we've been up to last weekend, but that will have to wait!! You know how I was complaining that the hens were broken and only using up space, and that I couldn't even eat one or two...
Well turns out they're not broken! Or at least one of them is working. That's two days in a row that the minions found a little egg in there. We're not sure whose it is, because it's an anonymous egg, it's masked, like zorro... But we've etched a plan to know who is the culprit. We're going to send Dad out with a cup of tea tomorrow morning while Mum and I wait next to the fire, mwahaha!
Seems like the secretive hen is an early riser too, because she must have prepared her eggs at about 7.45am. I guess that's good for breakfast on the weekends :)
Now we need to fix the other 5 hens and we'll have to get Mum to make plenty of cakes and yummy food, oh yes and homemade treats for me!!
And the minions said I could go and look for the eggs in the morning, yay!!!

Tuesday 8 July 2014

Our own remake of ER

We did a bit of work on the house at the end of last week (you got to wait for my next post for the details!). Well I did most of it myself, but the minions helped a bit... And I have come to the conclusion that Mum could keep a casualty department running all by herself sometimes...

She began her week-end fun early on Friday evening. She said she was going to make a quiche, ok so far so good... She started cutting a few things and uh oh! sharp knife... Well of course she turned her head while cutting the bacon, which ended up in her cutting her finger, badly I shall add. She blames me because I was explaining to her I could help with the bacon. She always has to blame somebody... She did finish her quiche with the 9 fingers she had left and I even had a bit. Between you and me I would have made a better job on the bacon...

Then, they decided to make a real mess on the side of the house, you'll see, t'is atrocious! If I had done a hundredth of that I would be forever grounded, but oh no... not them! they can do it without being told off. Anyway, at least I did help a lot. The thing is, the messing about involved a 10kg sledgehammer and a huge steel pole. Is Dad crazy?!?! He lets Mum go anywhere close to those and even handle these items?!?! But amazingly she succeeded to come through without any of these items causing her grievous bodily harm (I know, I can't explain that one either...). While they were doing the mess, they let the hens run around free in the front garden, I was watching but somebody seem to have tangled me in a long leash that got caught on the metal railing, I couldn't go and have a chat with them... Anyway, there are some nasty currawongs around, they go by pair to attack the girls. On one such occasion, mum ran out to chase them... She didn't see the old metal hook the previous owner had placed on the side of the carport... But she did hear the big crunch when her nose collided with it apparently!! *sigh*
Now she's going on and on and on about how her nose hurt, and she can't blow her nose, and ouch how it hurts... blah blah blah blah blah..... She didn't even bleed that much anyway...
But don't worry, I'm on the currawong case, I just need to untangle that leash...
By then, I realised that I had to keep a close eye on her or I wouldn't have an entire Mum by the end of the weekend. I think I did a pretty good job at it, she only just knocked her tibia with a heavy box. It's only a bruise, it will pass... :P

On Sunday we went for a drive, so I thought that I could put my guard down a bit, after all what could she do to herself in the car?! Well apparently she can knock her head in the car... *sigh, again*... really... what am I going to do with her!
mummy!!