Thank you for leaving me alone

Following on from the previous post, poor old Daisy was duly left alone, and after a few hours hard graft last night successfully delivered four bouncing bundles of mischief. Cunnrently un-named (apart from number one who seems to be lumbered with Sticky) these ladies (and one gent) are all healthy, doing well and blissfully unaware that they’re going to have the camera shoved in their faces at every opportunity over then next few weeks….

First photo of this bunch – The eldest is around three hours, and the youngest around 30 minutes.

A proper bundle of Joy

A Dogs Life???

I’d love to meet the person that coined the phrase “a dogs life” to mean that life’s a drudge, nothing but hard work with little thanks or love. How wrong could you get? – Every dog I’ve ever had, has had a better life than me. A dogs life, in my world, is one of regal laziness. A life where everything you ever need is handed to you on a plate, you’re constantly showered with unsolicited affection and love and generally speaking, it’s all pretty cushy.

Regal and Aloof

See what I mean?????