The Muirheads @ Broomhall

It is all quite thrilling, even although I had to say at home on Sunday, ‘They’ were up at Comrie opening up the woodland caravan for spring. I can’t wait, woodland walks, and loads of other dogs. There is a river too. I don’t even know if I can swim. How exciting…we are all going up to stay next weekend.

Probably down to the credit crunch, but I've heard through the grape vine that 'He' has sold  Tigger,our pony. I love eating his poo and swinging on his tail....what am I going to do now?     Anyway as shocking as that news is, I was being stroked and cuddled by the 'yongest one' when the 'older one' spoke up. he said "Ross don't get too attatched to that dog or else Dad will just go and sell him".

Gulp.........do you think I'm next...I'm bound to be worth £ms.

Clematis……..do you pronounce it CLEMatis or Clematis? Who cares we have two in our garden, a Clematis ‘Nelly Moser’ with large pink and white striped flowers in summer, and a Clematis Montana ‘Alba’ which has pretty little white flowers in spring/early summer, but something ‘thy’ don’t know about these plants  is that they are just gorgeous to crunch your teeth into and to rip out the ground and off the wall. I’ve killed two of the things now.  hee hee hee……

I finaly got my hair cut today. Everything went well except for two bad things. Liz the groomer said I had 'sticky out' ears and horror of horrors, she found a flea on my head. Aghhhhhh that means flea shampoo in my eyes ,and one of these tubes of Frontline between my shoulder blades. The day ended well though...a new 'Boomer' ball. See youtube clip.  : - )

Bad times, I was supposed to be going to Liz, my groomer,  to have my hair stripped and trimmed which I hate, but poor Liz has been unwell, bad times again, but she had to cancel my hair 'do'. Good Times!  I get to keep my shaggy look for another week. I've heard the weather is to turn cold again this week so just as well.

The 'Oldest' one has had his eleventh birthday. He had a Mexican themed party for the family which was fun. There was loads of food and they did the strangest thing with a cardboard donkey. They tied it up, battered it with a baseball bat, until it burst. All quite horrific and showed, in my oppinion, deep rooted animal cruelty issues, which upset me, until I realised it was stuffed with sweets. Mmmmmm.

I was sick. Yuck! I must have eaten something.......... : - )

He did, he kind of asked for it. As I watched ‘Him’ making his own Dinner last evening, he stupidly left the room while there was a huge piece of cooked ham, just left there, on the work surface. Is he stupid or what? My! My! I though, so I jumped up and helped myself. What a fuss he made. Something about “I haven’t eaten anything all day” blah blah blah…..Not listening.

The other day 'Him and Her' took me for a run in the car. We drove for miles up into the Highlands. We passed through the lovely village of Comrie and back out again to the countryside. We took a turn off the main road and up through some lovely woodlands. We stopped and met a man who handed 'Him' a bunch of keys and left. Seemingly we are now the proud owners of a woodland cabin! It is great there in these woods, as there are plenty of smells to sniff, walks to walk, and even a river to swim in. 'He' said he and I could go white-water rafting whatever that is?  We are going to use it for family holidays and weekends. I can't wait until we go for our first stay!

 

Happy New Year everybody!!  Yesterday we all got up and out into the garden, I had great fun running around in the frost, up and down the drive, down the field to swing on  ‘Pony’s’ tail, and a wander along the main road to sniff trees and look at the passing cars, before heading back to the garden to the comforting sounds of calls and whistles. The others dressed in warm hats and gloves, gathered themselves like a mini army. I, with ‘Him’ and the ‘Young Ones’ went out into the farm steading to look for something. They looked high and low until they eventually found this big, huge roll, of galvanised wire. They loaded it into a wheelbarrow and wheeled it round the outside of the garden and down to the gate. From here we all helped unroll the wire and sit it at the base of the hedge. What great fun it was, I wove in and out of the hedge trunks as they worked, play biting and barking as they laced the wire into the hedge using pieces of string cut from a large roll by ‘The Oldest One’. They were doing a great job. The wire was neatly concealed within the rusty winter foliage of the Beech hedge. ‘She’ managed to locate another roll of wire and bring it into the garden, and soon we had the whole job beaten. The fence was now secure and the garden was safe from intruders, not that we get any. I wonder why they went to all that bother on a holiday to secure the garden when we never get intruders? Hey…..wait a minute!!!!!!!