I don't like Mondays...

It's been a great weekend... started on Friday night with an unexpected BBQ round at ours, and while I didn't actually manage to snaffle any of the beer or burgers, I did get to hang out in the garden all night barking at the dog over the back fence!

Saturday saw Ruby going back to the vets for her stitches out - ouch!! - then I got to unexpectedly hop up on the table while, rather embarrassingly, they all talked about my lack of 'boy's bits' for my age, and the vet had a good old fumble around my nether regions! I mean, come on! There was talk about me having to have the snip, which made my ears flatten and my tail droop, so I was relieved to hear Mr S sticking up for me and saying I'm still a baby and there's plenty of time yet for them to drop (for what to drop? I didn't ask!)...

Then the humans ruined our peaceful post-walk snoozes by demolishing what seemed like half the house in two days... that place upstairs where they entice us with biscuits, before wrapping us in towels and dunking us in the nasty water filled contraption, is now twice as big. I'm confused though... they needn't have bothered on my account cos I'm more than happy to get a soaking in the local lake if they want to see me wet!

Oh well, it's training tonight. Money for old rope this getting food for lying down business.....

I've been 'Sweenied'!!!!!

I had a horrible day on Sunday. I'd been ill all weekend - which involved a vet's trip and a big injection - and I was just perking up when I sussed something 'big ' was about to happen.... Ruby was walked on her own and then left at home while the hoomans put their Sunday best on and set of with me "on foot" somewhere!

After a puzzling 40 minute walk, we turned up at the poodle parlour!! Arggghhhhhh!

Mrs S showed the man loads of pictures and gave strict instructions as to the haircut I was to have, then they buggered off to the pub over the road and let Sweeny Todd do his worse to me!

Anyway, this was the end result - the humans all seemed very pleased with me and booked me in again for two months' time...



Now, personally I think I'm a handsome pooch (I've looked in the mirror and seen the swoons that people do when they meet me) and the cut I can cope with, but why the perfume? It stinks! It's just an unnecessary touch meant to humiliate us mutts with our fellow hounds. Still, walking home I had a plan, put into action the following day when I left a nice 'present' for the hoomans on the living room floor, which I then ran through in my excitement, before jumping up for a cuddle and leaving brown paw prints all over her skirt!

Nice one! Although I reckon I'm possibly in the doghouse now!

Cocker cream teas!

Just had a week in Devon, my first ever holiday. It took me a little while to settle in - I didn't know that the 'no toilet in the house' rule applied to ALL houses did I?! Once I'd got that cleared up though (or to be more accurate, once Mrs S got it cleared up - LOL) things went great.

We arrived on the Saturday afternoon after a long drive down there - stopping along the way at a service station with six other cockers loitering around - and to my surprise and delight my nan and grandad were already there! She always brings me a treat, and this time I got a yellow rubber ring and a rope ball.... was hoping for a bacon sandwich to be honest, but its the thought that counts...

Anyway, on the first night we saw fireworks for the first time - which made us cockers hide behind the sofa at first - but we soon got used to them and even stood up on the back of the sofa to watch (from inside the safety of the house of course).

We went on a steam train, we were paw passengers on a ferry, I took my first bus ride AND I learned to swim in a big rock pool. Ruby doesn't like the sea, and I'm none too keen on the waves, but I love digging in the sand - although the towelling down before we get back in the car seems a bit heavy handed for my liking.

Take a look at the slideshow here: