Me Myself and I

And boy is it bleak. Cold and damp, no sun and everywhere is muddy. It's not great when you have two hairy hounds to dry three times a day, especially when trying to steal the towel is their current favourite game. Husband chops does one drying, but the towel washing is horrendous. A close trim of bellies and tails is called for- not the husband though, although he could do with a haircut.   I have yet another cold, thanks husband, I am almost at six weeks without an illness, this is not like me and I am getting rather pissed off with it grrrrr. So much for my vitamin bombing idea, maybe I should have spent the vitamin money on booze.   Malcolm is doing well but he did bugger off with a whole parsnip he found on our walk. He only came back after he'd eaten it, little sod. Tonights poo could be interesting/ a nightmare.   Talking of shit, we now have the blonde posh twat as our glorious leader. Regardless of his politics, I hate being represented by such a scruffy, fat,...

Well, Malcolm is settling in nicely, we've had him just over a month and he's adorable.  Keith and he share a father which is great as Keith is a brilliant dog. He's already pretty much house trained and sits on command. He is also very food driven which makes life very easy. Keith ignored food and only ate when he could be bothered, Now Malc is here, he shovels his grub down with an eye to Malcs too! They spend almost all their time together, but they both have their own space to retreat too. We also often have cousin Wilson along to play, so the house is rather hairy. Just how I like it.