Welcome to jumpthedog.com! Come on in and look around...Sunday, 30 December 2007
Christmas Games
- by Beanz
... and Chips has given the snowman a run for his money...
I have had a good play with my new Father Christmas...
... and Chips has given the snowman a run for his money...
... and now I'm exhausted.
See you all in the new year!
xxx
Labels: beanz, chips, happy new year, toys
Friday, 21 December 2007
Cold and Frosty Morning Part II
Friday, 14 December 2007
Cold and Frosty Morning
- by Beanz
This morning it was cold and frosty so I had to do everything at 100 miles an hour and 6 inches off the ground.
Labels: beanz
Lovely Fire
- by Carlsberg
Mmmm we have got a lovely fire and it is just perfect for my bald spot.
Mmmm we have got a lovely fire and it is just perfect for my bald spot.Beanz came home from class yesterday with a medal on. It was from her teacher. Tamsin had tried to take a picture to put here but she is rubbish at taking photos and it was all blurry. She did look smart though.
Labels: beanz
Saturday, 1 December 2007
Golden Girl
- by Beanz
If I look like I'm not concentrating in this photo, it's because I'm EXHAUSTED from my 2 hour test. It was worth it though, because I am now a Kennel Club Gold Citizen! Who would have thought it? Luckily, there was not a squirrel chasing section, or I might not have passed. Hooray for me.
Labels: beanz, gold citizen
Monday, 29 October 2007
Squirrels
-by Beanz
Darn squirrels and their pesky squirrelly ways. They torment me with their hopping out of reach chattering and their jumping from branch to branch.
Saturday, 1 September 2007
Roaching
- by Beanz
Apparently there is a name for what we dogs do. This is not "laying on your back with your legs flailing". It is "roaching". These dogs say so.
Now it is official I will do it all the more.
Labels: beanz, flailing, roaching
Wednesday, 29 August 2007
Two Secrets about Squirrels
- by Beanz
1. Squirrels have a turbo gear. If you touch one that is already running fast, it will switch to warp speed.
2. Squirrels can fly. I know because we saw it today. I ran into a bush after a squirrel and it FLEW out of the bush. Tamsin thought it was a bird, it was that impressive. Then it realised that it was being watched and it went back on the ground again.
1. Squirrels have a turbo gear. If you touch one that is already running fast, it will switch to warp speed.
2. Squirrels can fly. I know because we saw it today. I ran into a bush after a squirrel and it FLEW out of the bush. Tamsin thought it was a bird, it was that impressive. Then it realised that it was being watched and it went back on the ground again.
Thursday, 26 July 2007
A Different Tack
- by Beanz
After Tamsin had dragged herself out from the cupboard under the stairs, huffing, "I'm *&^ing sick of this. Either catch it and eat it or DON'T CATCH IT but don't *&^%ing play with it", she decided to take a different tack. Perhaps Carlsberg needs to be asked nicely. She hadn't thought of that.
There was much searching of paper and a thick felt tip pen. Blue tack was vital for the plan (other sticky putties are available).
And here I am trying to examine the finished result. There will be no more mice in this house.
After Tamsin had dragged herself out from the cupboard under the stairs, huffing, "I'm *&^ing sick of this. Either catch it and eat it or DON'T CATCH IT but don't *&^%ing play with it", she decided to take a different tack. Perhaps Carlsberg needs to be asked nicely. She hadn't thought of that.
There was much searching of paper and a thick felt tip pen. Blue tack was vital for the plan (other sticky putties are available).
And here I am trying to examine the finished result. There will be no more mice in this house.
Labels: beanz, carlsberg, mouse
Wednesday, 18 July 2007
Resting
I went back to the vet this evening. He thinks I have injured my elbow. I am allowed out of the house now, after a week of resting, but I have to stay on the lead for another 2 weeks. Then, I have to build up my walks again. He has stopped my tablets, which is a shame because they were delicious.
