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The Thoughts and Things of a Scottie Dog

News from yards around

Baxter calling, Baxter calling. Can you hear me out there mother?
Oh that's OK then, a tweak on the old ear trumpet might help a bit!
Ah, there you are! I thought I might be talking to myself there for a wee minute. Funky does that all the time and look at the state of him?

Things have been quiet from a terriers point of view this week, I haven't done much except my usual rounds of the known mouse holes and ride on the tractor, hedge trimming but I spose that is better than being outside in the rain. I get to see quite a lot that would otherwise be invisible to one so short. For instance I see partridge, pheasant, hares, rabbits, deer I even saw a fox last tuesday. Funky Farmer wouldn't let me out and at him coz he thought I might get beaten up! What does he think I am? Some sort of wuss? I will have you know we Baxters were at the battle of Balaclava. OK as Lord Cardigan's lap dog but nonetheless we had what they call 'a presence.'

Looks like we are in for an adventure tomorrow (Thursday) We are going to PC World to buy a new mouse. That sounds yummy. I seem to remember the one he has now didn't taste all that good and old misery said I was lucky not to burn my eyes with the laser something or other? Whatever, it tasted awful so I only gave it a little nibble and dribbled over it a bit. I really can't see why he has got the bloomin' hump? Some people just can't take a joke. It's Mrs Funky who will have the last word when he arrives back having bought half the store as 'must have' items. I just love it when he gets 'cold shoulder' for breakfast, lunch. and dinner. Then he will know how I felt when I sniffed at his mouse. sort of. Well, sniffed and licked. OK ate the thing.

See you all soon
Love
Baxter, Jen & Meg

Baxters First Blog

I have to tell you that being a wee Scottie dog has it’s drawbacks. First and foremost I’m owned by the Fat Farmer. You would have thought that was enough wouldn’t you? But oh no! since my arrival here my world has been turned upside down. From being the only dog on the scene I now feel I’m No3 in the pecking order.

First to usurp various affections was my now wife and soul mate Jenna. Things were going so well, going away for weekends and running along various beaches. The wonderful smell of varied and diverse substances i.e.: dog poo , dead crabs and fish. I never forgot the day I rolled in a dead seal. What a fragrance that was! Of course Fatso spoils it all by honking up as soon as I jumped in the car. Ms Funky almost fainted and I was given a cold hose wash at the next service station. One upside to this story is big ed got a massive roar for abusing the facilities. He goes red in the face, threatens to shove the hose where the sun don’t shine if the offending assistant don’t ‘eff off’. Which he did pronto.

Anyway I diverse. Ms Jenna is a lovely bit of totty so don’t get me wrong but as soon as she got pregnant I was the villain and she got all the fuss and attention! It takes two to tango after all. Before long there was the patter of twenty eight tiny footsteps. Seven lovely puppies. Do I get a thank you? No fear I just get sent to my bed for daring to protest with a slight nip, when my dangley bits get sort of chewed by god knows how many tiny, needle sharp teeth!

Peace descended once again on the homing of the little brats , I mean, darlin’s. That didn’t last long, about two weeks in fact when young Megan arrives to pester the life out of me. Yep, nuts and tail are her prefered targets. I tell ya I’m going to be a nervous wreck before too long. This fatherhood business isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. It’s a young dogs game, after all I’m four you know.

Thanks for listening. I feel a bit better, nothing a Bonio won’t fix.

Nite nite everyone

I love you all

Baxter

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