When the chips are down...

...I'll eat 'em.

Did you notice that that seagull behind me there ain't gettin' a look-in? Hee hee hee.
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Of lookers and howlers



Here I am, contemplating the recent release of Pappy's Christmas Dog-Aid single.

(Actually I'm staring at the da who's walking down the beach with the aforementioned chips.)

Anyway.

Pappy's (who is also called Bob Geldog by the gorgeous Onion) hot new music release also stars me and a bunch of my fab paw-pals.

Pappy's fella is one helluva music vid director, that's for sure. He has helped me find my master's voice ('cos it sure don't sound like my ma's).

Hee hee hee - and to think I beat my ma to featuring in a hot new record. That shows her who's the famous one around here. Keep workin' on it, ma. Bring me my treat, bee-itch.

Thank you Pappy and Pappy's fella for making us look and sound so good. Mosy on over to his smelly blogplace there and howl along.
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My Christmas card update

Woohooo and many thanks to Charlie & Opy, Comet & BLU, Boo and Cubby & Dakota. Such wonderful cards. I love checking my post office box.



That's all folks.


PS ummm, no, a few more crumbs.

Some of you asked what that blue thingummy I'm wearing is. It's called a Halti or gentle leader (some info about it here) and it stops me pulling when I'm on lead. Which means I don't pull my ma's arms out of her sockets when I'm excited.

And I can still open my mouth and laugh and eat treats while wearing it. It's quite comfortable.

Better by far than those choker chains. Once at puppy school when I was being a bit...ummm...boisterous, the puppy trainer actually grabbed me by the choker chain collar and lifted me off the ground. Yep, suspended by the choker chain. I nearly passed out.

The ma was horrified, of course, and abused the crapola outta her. Not surprisingly we never went there again.

Just beachin'

Back in the day ‘when I were a lad’ in Far North Queensland, we used to go to the beach almost every day. My ma would throw coconuts into the water for me to fetch. Sounds exotic, doesn’t it?

I don’t know how many I actually brought back to her.

Anyway.

When we lived in Canberra, we were land-locked. We really missed the beach. Mountain trails are good and all, but they're missing something. Oh yeah, waves.

So what I like most about living in Adelaide is…yep, you’ve guessed it…the beach.

My beach.

Here.



This is me at my beach today. It was hot. I had a swim. I look kinda suspended, don't I?



And look at that rather dashing left sand eyebrow. It took me a while to get the angle just so. But it works, n'est ce pas?



Here’s me keeping a (sandy) eye out for any unwelcome, ummmm, fishies.



And here’s me up close and personal.

That’s what happens when the ma tells me to sit, sits down herself on the sand to take a photo of me, tells me to stay and then waves a treat while she’s taking the photo.

What else is a dooog to do? Why, go for the treat of course.

Just another day at the beach.

Le sigh.

Le bark of content.

Why am I barking with a lisp?

I love food. Or anything resembling food. Or in fact anything that I can put in my mouth and treat as food.

I know all my paw-pals relate to this.

You put food on the floor, I will find it. And eat it.

Here’s what happened today.

We had a big storm, complete with thunder and lightning. My ma brought me inside because it scares the dog-dang poo outta me her. Ummmm, ok, me.

So, I’m sniffin’ around, and it wasn’t long before I came across the glorious scent of FOOD.

A big glob of roasted peanut butter, to be precise. On the floor.

Well, not exactly.

Wrapped in thin stuff and stuck into a piece of wood on the floor.



Smelt good to me, didn’t it?

So I went to lick it.

And the thing snapped.

Big fat hOWl time.

Here’s surprised (and still slobbering) li’l ole me. Minus the peanut butter, sadly.



And that's why I'm barking with a lisp.


PS No wonder the mice around here are bleedin’ huge, gettin’ fed that yummy stuff.

Give a Down Under dog a chance to get one over

Thanks so much to my great paw-pal Buster for nominating this smelly photo of me as photo of the month at Dogs With Blogs.

So here I am on the campaign trail.



Does it make you feel happy? Chirpy? Beachy? Giggly? Barky?

I'd love your vote. Please?

Does this photo inspire you to want to lick and butt-sniff everypup in sight?

I'd love your vote. Pretty please?

Does it make you want to frolic and prance in the water and roll in the sand with me?

Yep, I'd really love your vote.

I know I'm up against some strong competition, including the wonderful Miss Sunshade, handsome Chester and cute 'n' muscly Scuba.

But don't let that stop you voting for me. Please?

If you'd like to vote for me (please?) just clicky here (you'll have to register/log on to vote) and show your support for this gambolling Dog Down Under.

Voting deadline is 25 November.

Hurry up and vote for me. Please.

If you don't want to vote for me.....I'll....I'll....I'll, ummmmmm, just go back to eating my dinner.

Shady character voted wikiFido Dog Blog of the Week.

The ma was feelin' a bit creative when we were out earlier this week.

Hence this photo.

Can you guess which one's me?

What a big head I have.

But not because my lovely, famous gal-pal Onion nominated me for Dog Blog of the Week over at wikiFido.

And not because I won (so my blog is featured at the top of their page for a week).

Thanks so much, Onion, you really are a li'l gem.

Congratulations to you for being voted runner-up.

I can't wait to see you in your movie Scenes of a sexual nature.

I'm gettin' my popcorn ready to drool-marinate it.

That's tongue...

...not bacon.

Good for lickin' human feet, last o' my dinner scraps, my balls (or what's left of 'em), and other tasty stuff that comes my way.