Whoo whhoo sheep poo

Mum says that this is one of our most unappealing habits and she has eyes in the back of her head when it comes to catching us about to indulge our particular gourmet delight. Her pet hate is when Nellie manages to carry a bit home! Come on chums, back us up here. We just can’t see the problem. It doesn’t smell as bad as tripe and it is vegetarian and it is nicer than rabbit poo and it is readily available and if only Mum would realise the saving in dog food, if she would only let us tuck in, she might change her mind. Anyway, we didn’t manage even a small aperitif today and we are particularly annoyed that she is making us blog before dinner.
Mum has been getting up early here at Glyn’s View, so we have had to go out for a wee but she has been really mean and made us wait until 8 o’clock for our breakfast. It is totally unfair but we do snooze the time away and Mum says it would just be a long time until dinner if we had breakfast at 5 am. We could have a snack though to tide us over couldn’t we?


We’ve had some men in the cottage. Paul the plumber (all hail the gravy bone king), Vinnie and Aled. We lost the cowl in the high winds and they have replaced it. Dad says the fire won’t sound so loud now. They have also fixed the bath handle which came off in our guest’s hand. Mum says it couldn’t have been connected properly but Vinnie had a great idea on how to do it. They have also done something in the shower room which we hope will sort out the little damp patch. We were good girls and didn’t run off (even when those hills called to us) when they left the gate open and we didn’t get in the way, so we had some carrot and broccoli as well as our GB’s and a bit of chicken too.


We had a great trip through Bedgelert (where the sad story of the brave Gelert is commemorated by his statue). Did you know that Gelert saved the great Lord’s son from a wolf but the Lord thought Gelert had killed his son so killed the wonderful dog. The lord is said never to have smiled again once he realised his mistake. We are the most loyal animals in the world aren’t we? You would think extra Gravy Bones would go some way to rewarding us – never mind our waist lines! We went further to Llandwrog and the sea. That old camera was much in use and we had to wait around quite a bit. Mum and Dad like flowers – Mum especially and they loved the sea pinks along the beach. Dad loved the hill fort and ran up it while Mum gave us a drink. We could have done that too if he’d asked.

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Speaking of flowers, the Bluebells are coming out in Cwm Penmachno and here at the head of the valley, Mum and Dad say we have a great show. The Glasgwm (the next valley to us ) is very nice to sniff in but of course, we have to keep stopping with that stupid camera because it is full of Bluebells. We are definitely NOT interested in them, or the Cuckoo Flowers on our verge, or the Primroses, or the Orange Tip Butterflies blah, blah, blah. We just think that scents should be foxy, doggy, pooey, carriony, deery, ottery and altogether disreputable, not flowery – although we quite Stinking Iris it smells of rotting beef. Yummee!


Well, we have been lucky ‘cos we have had our little top dog with us and she brought Polly puppy with her. Polly can be a bit of a pain and Nellie doesn’t like her one bit but we do get to do nice things with her and she is getting better and better at leaving us alone when we want to snooze. We didn’t have a lovely early life like she has ‘cos we are puppy farm girls, so we haven’t any happy memories until we came to live with Mum and Dad. I know, we wouldn’t remember anyway (according to Cesar) but Mum isn’t convinced. There are some things (and some people) that really spook us still, even after 6 years of doggy heaven.



Back to work for Mum and Dad and lots of lovely Derbyshire walks for us – no sheep poo but fantastic FOX. Got to get some shuteye so we are fresh for the ritual rolling – can’t wait to perfume our necks. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz