Lottie here and I’m not a happy Scottie! After breakfast, instead of our usual mooch in the woods, it was a rush to the car. Now that can be very GOOD ‘cos it often means a journey to one of our other gardens for those interesting messages you leave but it can also be very BAD and today it was BAAAD. I’m feeling OK ‘cos it was good news and I only had a little injection and Mum and Dad are very pleased with me. They said it was OK for one ONE????? gravy bone. I’m on a special diet for my kidneys – I’m not overweight (although I would be if I was in charge of the food bowl). I’m not that keen on exercise – never have been (except on Trimingham beach). That’s ‘cos I spent so many years in a little hard cage and I don’t like to leave my (sorry, Rosie’s) lovely soft bed. I have to trot around our land (you can too if you stay at Stables Cottage) ‘cos Mum and Dad make me. I love it really as there are so many smells, mmm fox is my favourite. Anyway, I’m off to sulk – ONE gravy bone indeed huh!!!!
Lottie and Rosie here and oh my goodness, we can’t believe how long it has been since we blogged – you will all have forgotten us (we deserve that). Mum says the gravy bones we have been eating have been un-earned income, so will be taken off our yearly allowance.
We have been on our travels and we have to say, we can’t decide where we like best. We just love romping on the beaches in Dorset when we are staying at Clematis Cottage and we don’t want to leave.
But then we come back to Derbyshire and we have our lovely woodlands to mooch around in and the waterfall to splash in too
Then we are off to Glyn’s View in Snowdonia and it is sooo quiet, we have to do some barking to liven things up and Mum strongly suggests that we SHUT UP or she won’t take us to Black Rock Sands to swim
Then we come back to the Peak District again so Mum can enjoy ‘our’ Bluebells. That can be a bit of a nuisance because we are told not to run around in them and that is quite difficult, especially if Tufty ‘our’ white Pheasant decides to tease us
There’s no rest for the wicked, so that’s us off busy travelling again to Milestone Barn in Norfolk to check out sniffs on Trimingham beach. Now rescue boys and girls – you will know about this. We call this Lottie’s favourite beach. We didn’t know she could run when she first came to live with us because she had been kept in such a small cage all her life and she just pottered around. BUT when she got on to Trimingham beach, she didn’t just run – she FLEW
We have got to tell you how great it is in our new Withernsea house! We’ve only got to go a few yards and we can chase the seagulls to our hearts content. Mum shouts at us because she thinks the birds will be frightened – doesn’t she know that seagulls don’t give a fig about us? In fact if we did get anywhere near catching one, we would be the most scared. We like to see the tractor haul up the fishing boats though and always live in hope that a fish may come our way. No luck yet so we will have to beg for Mum’s fish’n’chips
Well, we hope Mum is pleased with us and our gravy bone points have been redeemed and we have made up for being dead lazy cos we are pretty tired out now and don’t think we can write another flipping wozzzzzzzzzzzzzzz