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Yep, I've trained my owners!

Summers Back!!

Hi there all you Tail-Waggin', Cat chasin' Friends,
Yep Summer is here in South Africa and Mother has taken the scissors out to clip off all the winter growth so me and my partner Milo can be cool and fresh. The best thing that has happened recently is that Mum has taken to feeding garden birds. Hmmm!! They look fresh and juicy I can tell you. I told Milo it's like having a food factory move right into ones own backyard.
So there goes Mum at 6am with a cup of seed and a bowl of suet and puts it all out on the feeders. Then whilst she makes morning tea, Tigger the cat, Milo and me put our butts in the air and chins to the grass and inch our way forward to those feeders. Yep, those tasty little critters are all puffed up, pecking away hungrily, each one looking like a healthy breakfast to us. Before we quite reach those feeders though, Mum comes storming out the kitchen chasing all of us.
Sigh........ all that hard work for nothing, and wetting our paws and tummies on the morning grass all came to nought! hmmph.
So it ends up that me and Milo crawl back into bed with Mum and a dog biscuit to get lots of hugs and cuddles.
Yep, I suppose that it's not too bad an alternernative to fresh Pigeon a la Snuggles!!
You keep up all the cat chasin', rat catchin',
lots luv from your favourite Lhasa
Snuggles

This Cold Winter in Africa!!

Hey there all you Tail-Waggin' friends,
Yeah it's me... and yep, here in South Africa it is winter right now. I am SO tired of fighting those darn cats for front place at the fireplace in the evenings. One would think they would have realised by now that I get first choice, but you know cats...... all that fish seems to mush their brains.
Every night, Mum lights the fire, all our blankets are placed in neat piles in front of the fireplace. I have a good scratch here and there whilst Mum does the hard work, and then up I get and dawdle across to the fire only to find..... yep.... you gusessed it.... the cats have taken the front row seats. huh!!!
There I stand, tail dropped, looking in amazement at them all huddled up with those smug looks of theirs.... hmmmph. Then I toddle over to the stripy red Tigger cat and before I can nip his paw, he swats me with those ugly, sharp claws of his and guess what...... Mother shouts "Snuggles, stop it!!"..... Snuggles .... Stop it.... I ask you. I am the innocent party in all this, the innocent bystander so to speak. If there is something I detest about those cats is that smug look, together with those slitty yellow eyes that peep out at me. Once Mother yells, they both start purring... they would not dare do that if Mum wasn't about, no ways my furry friends... talk about taking advantage over an innocent Lhasa.. hmmph. I reckon the day will come when Mum is not too close and me and my partner Milo can creep up and nip those ugly paws of theirs and make a huge commotion so they can move off to the sofas and WE, the Lhasa's can take front row. Our rightful place mind you.....
I sure hope you all assert yourselves like we do. Wishing you a great season ahead with oodles of cats to annoy, rats to catch and snacks to enjoy.
Your fluffy, tail-waggin' friend
Snuggles

Those Mouth-Frothin' Ground Hoppin' Frogs!!

Hey there all ya Tail Waggin', Cat chasin' Friends!!
Yeah, I am back. Gee, talk about being really annoyed this summer. We have had loads of rain over on the East side of South Africa, and all it has done is brought LOADS of those slimy green, bulging eyed frogs into my house. OK, I know if Mother did not insist on sleeping with the back door open (just locks the security gate) so my big brother the shephard can go in and out at night, we would not have this problem. For some reason these frogs like to hop into the house and sleep indoors! For Goodness Sake..... they are frogs.... go sleep in the garden in the rain, I say..... but do they listen .... no. So whilst Mum is watching TV I start the hunt... Now us Lhasa's can smell out anything if we choose to, and I find frog after frog. Mother yells, "Snuggles, Stop It!" as I race through everything in the house, I push shoes out the way, dive under the curtains, stretch under the lounge suite until I find the little blighters. Then the fun begins.... I leap forward and smack my nose on their backs and they leap high in the air.... then I pounce again... By then Mother is hysterical. She forgets TV and tries to chase me away from the frog, but no ways!!! Since when do I listen.....hah.... off I go, I smack my nose onto the frog, frog leaps, mother screams and on this goes until Mother just ruins it by catching the frog and putting it outside. But don't you worry, my tail waggin' friends..... it's not 5 minutes and I find the next one and off we go again..... what a laugh. One just has to remember to keep one's mouth shut... otherwise that green, horrible slime makes my mouth froth and I look like Father Christmas...Yuk.... but I reckon I have perfected the nose hittin' action now. What fun it is... Well enjoy the rest the season.... chat soon. Must go check out the lounge.
Love from your friendly
Frog hunting Lhasa
Snugs