Dog Judo

A rather surreal moment occurred at number 48 this evening. Ann was having a princess bath, overflowing with beautifully scented bubbles and I was giving her a good scrub down whilst she giggled away. A nice piece of classical music was playing on the radio - a rather calm and sophisticated bathtime. Until I realise that Chuck is rolling round on Ann's bed getting the dog to do judo with him. Blanco won!

Not just a Jack Russell...

A word of advice; if someone comes to visit with their dog and asks if your garden is dog proof and secure - because it is a lovely day and we are going to sit and chat for a while soaking up the delicious sun - think very carefully before saying yes. You may have had other dogs visit, you may even have had a dog live at your house for some time, but unless these creatures were Jack Russells then you can only say - MAYBE!!

Saturday afternoon saw Blanco and I visiting a friend just off the Upper Newtownards Road, as mentioned the sun was glorious so having ascertained that the garden was dog proof we settled down for a chat. Blanco ran about exploring; into this corner, down behind the shed into another corner - from which he didn't appear. Don't worry, Martha's garden is secure too. He didn't come back when I called him, even cheese didn't do the trick. Then I couldn't hear the tinkle that his identity tags make. The neighbour was out, so we dashed round behind the garden into the church yard. Yes, the children had seen a little white dog, but he had run out of the churchyard and down the Newtownards Road. We started down the road, calling his name, looking in gardens and asking everyone we passed. Then one girl asked if I was looking for a little white dog - the security guard at the M&S across the road had him; just then my phone rang and it was M&S calling. By the time I got to the car park, Jacqui had him in her arms, and he looked a bit upset that he hadn't had his freedom in the store.

I was so relieved, not just that I had him back, or that he had crossed a busy road without coming to harm, but that given the choice between Tesco, Spar and M&S within a 100 metres of each other he had proved he's not just a Jack Russell, he's an M&S Jack Russell.

I've been a wild rover...

Well, not so much a wild rover, but a small white dog that was let out into the back garden unnoticed when Chuck threw some crusts out for the birds...I thought something was up when he didn't come running as I got the car keys out to head down to Sailortown and I wondered if I had shut him into the study.

A search of the house gave no joy, then Chuck realised what might have happened and dashed out the back door calling for him. I opened the front door and Blanco tore in like a little hurricane - belted around the downstairs rooms like he was possessed and then settled on the settee at DA's feet. Following Cesar's advice, he was rewarded for coming home - with Petit Filous!!

There is nothing that dog loves more than getting his tongue into the bottom of a joghurt pot. It's true what they say about dogs and owners picking up each other's habits - but I thought it would take longer than 2 months. I can see Chuck and Blanco fighting over them in the future.

Pole dancing?

Well today sees the culmination of a fairly hectic two months. Chuck and I have handed the keys of number 43 over to our lovely Polish tennants, and now we are dancing. I'm very pleased with the way everything has gone and especially that the weather, which has been somewhat of a challenge since January, didn't have any negative impact for us or our workmen.

I'm sure Sarah Beany would approve of everything that we chose to do any also those things which we chose not to do, she is a goddess in the property world and we worship at her feet. I think my favourite part of the house is the hallway/stairs/landing - pedants may argue that this is 3 parts, but I maintain that as they are not separated by any doors they are ONE.

I'm very pleased with the wardrobe doors which started life as deep purple and now sit as a monument to neutral - and only required two coats of paint. Decided not to bother with new knobs - the originals were fine - it's what SB would want.

So now I can put my time and energies back into crafting - I have orders for 12 cards, Mothers' Day is 2 weeks away and the chemist which sells my creations have asked for some specific ones. I have committed to a craft fair for next saturday - found out yesterday this will mean an early start - note to self: always ask times for events before saying YES. Cards, mug-jumpers and some notepads will be my contribution - and if I find I have time perhaps a couple of boxes. We'll see how it goes this week.

I think an afternoon nap is in order with the little white hot water bottle that is Blanco - too excited last night to sleep properly (me not he).

Dog Whisperer

Woke this morning to the whitest of light which can only mean snow. Only ventured outside briefly to put out food for the birds and try to take a couple of artsy photos. So spent most of the afternoon knitting and enjoying the wisdom of Cesar Milan. DA seemed to enjoy watching all the dogs and Blanco was mesmerised. Not sure whether it was the dogs in the shows or Cesar himself but he was so totally engrossed and looked bereft when the advert breaks interrupted his important viewing. He also took part in his first SKYPE call this afternoon - very C21 dog.

Begin at the beginning...

This is my first foray into blogging, so please bear with me whilst I find my 'voice'. Have been inspired to start by two good friends - Catherine Button & Mags. Also, just one day into Lent and am left desolate by the Facebook 'fast' that I have agreed to. Why-o-why did I agree to it! Having said that, have surprised hubby by washing the eponymous white dog and cutting his dad's hair this afternoon - note to self: think about opening a salon for old men and pets.