Home improvements

Hi all,

The house is looking tidier and less cluttered with each day! Mummy and Chris arent the tidiest of humans, I have never know the place looking like this, even our chewed up toilet rolls get tidied away within minutes of them being shredded. The hoover seems to make an appearance every day!
There is new gravel everywhere outside, I hate it! It gets btween my toes and makes my pads ache. I try to avoid it walking the long way around to the back door, that way I only have to suffer it for a few steps. I really hope there isnt gravel at the new place, apparently the ground there is really dry. Mmmm I wonder is Mouse will still manage to bury her bones?

This morning I heard mummy cursing in the lounge, she had painted the windowsil with white gloss paint. When I walked into the lounge she was staring at two large pawrints on the sil itself and then at several leading from the widow out into the had, getting more and more feint with each step. Ha! Not me! Wrong size. Funnily enough, considering how long it took mummy to put this right, none of us were told off, we are so lucky out mummy is a soft touch!

I spent the day with Lordy today, Mouse was out at work. I had been dreading it but it turned out to be a lovely afternoon! Hurry told me all about himself, Yoda and Bovril (mummy's beloved terriers) who grew up alongside Lordy. Hurry-Up, short for Scalloppy Hurrah (maybe should remind you all of Lordy's propper name) was given  to mummy when he was just two. He had been owned by a horrible little man called Richard who also had two other older labradors. Lordy never liked Richard, even less so after mummy caught him beating him with a riding whip (for growling which at the time was justified) Mummy had apparently defended Lordy so vehemently that he had stuck to her ever since.
It was not long after this that Richard let mummy have Lordy aparently he said "have the f*****g dog, he's useless!"

Not long after being given Hurry, Lordy, or whatever he is called, they all went to Bedfordshire so start a new life on a farm. Yoda & Bovril, mummy's pride and joy had a custom built kennel and generally made a nuisance of themselves. There are many stories of these two scallywags I hope to be able to tell you as Lordy tells me.

To fill you in I will try describe them from what Lordy has told me so far:

Yoda was the stockier one of the two, a classic looking short haired Jack Russel Terrier with a heavier front end, and a long nose. She was mostly white with a brown patch either side of her face and two on her back, the second patch finishing at the base of her long tail. (mummy refused to have them docked). Yoda like to sleep and would bury herself in the sofa, in her basket on the bed or anywhere she could make a nest to sleep in. Her favourite thing other than rats and sleep was a tennis ball. (Just like her father. the one and only Mr Dog to whom she was the most like) Tennis balls would be played with until everyone was bored then shredded into tiny peices everywhere. Oh, I have to mention here that no one was allowed to say either ball or ballie infront of her, it couldnt even be spelt out, it was referred to as the spherical object! Other than balls Yoda was parial to retreiving stones. So much so she wore her teeth down to tiny stumps. Mummy said it was agood job as the older she became the more aggressive she was, at least she couldnt do any damage with what was left of her teeth!

Bovril was Yoda's sister and although mummy loved them both, Bovril, or 'Sneaky Bov' as she came to be known had a very special bond. Bovril was a lighter frame to Yoda and was a classic tri-colour with black patches on her body and tan on her face. Her character was completely different to Yoda, she wouldnt sleep as much as she wouldnt want to miss anything, she was more persistent which is probably why she went everywhere with mummy, she was like her shadow.
Apparently her loss had a dramatic impact, Lordy said mummy cried for weeks and looked for her for days and days, it was so sad. Lordy said he understood, it was a huge loss, Bovril left a massive hole in mummys life and is still talked about now. Yoda and Bovrils photograph is on the side, it takes pride of place in a silver frame. Mummy cleans it with pride.

I know I am not the same a Bovril but I hope I have made a suitable replacement, Lordy said since I arrived the old mummy has come back, for some daft reason only known to her, life is not complete without a little terrier! I know she loves she, she tells me I am 'fine example of a terrier' all the time which something she apparently told Yoda and Bovril (in a silly voive of course!)