Brrrrr

You know how I make fun of dogs who wear overcoats... not any more.  Cold just doesn't begin to describe what it was like this morning and it's going to be even colder tomorrow.  The air temperature was a rather bracing -10oC - tomorrow it's going to be -15oC - imagine how cold my paws are going to be.  With temperatures that low I'm going to have to put operation 'splash and dash' into action - I don't want my bits to freeze.

Coming or going

I'm so confused these days I don't know if I'm coming or going.  Three weeks on holiday, one week back at my place then back to the kennels for a week while my human jets off to California of all places.  I tell you I don't know where I'm supposed to be put my bed.  I've given up unpacking my bag, it's next to the front door ready for next time.

I just thought I'd post something so you know I'm ok.  LIfe has been really dull so far this year.  No new walks, no new places to visit, not even snow to play in.  I did see a fox in the neighbourhood the other morning: I soon shooed her off with a woof and a short chase.

I did meet another girl Lab whose human thought we'd make excellent playmates as we looked similar ages.... hmmm not quite, I am nearly 7 years older than her.  They were both amazed at my youthful good looks and athleticism.  I should write a book about my diet and exercise regimen.

Kennel tales

Yeah I'm back with my human - she didn't forget about me.  Don't get me wrong I've had a great holiday but you can't beat sleeping in your own bed (or your human's bed anyway).  It hasn't been a complete holiday though.  I managed to land myself a job as a puppy sitter to a 14 week old German Schnauzer.  She was in the kennel next to me and got a bit home sick on her first night so I moved my bed to the other side of my kennel so I could snuggle near her.

It was really busy over Christmas and I met lots of new dogs.  My favourite was another black lab girl.  She was a rejected seeing eye dog (guide dog to you Brits).  She was rejected for being too friendly, instead of getting on with her job she kept stopping to say hello to people, a bit like me really.

The week before Christmas was really quiet, so quiet I was all on my own for a couple of nights so the nice lady took pity on me and invited me into the big house.  I repaid her kindness by frightening the living daylights out of her.  It wasn't in my file that I have active dreams: imagine the fright when I started running, barking and growling in my sleep.  Poor Michelle thought I'd been tasered by burglars and was having some kind of fit.  All I remember is dreaming of chasing bunnies in the fields.

We had a party on Christmas day with peanut butter covered treats and presents.  The only downside was having to wear reindeer antlers!  Thankfully there are no photos to embarrass me.

My human brought presents back with her.  Apparently Santa left them in England so she had to bring them back with her.  I got a big tub of biscuits from Brandy's mum; some doggie chocolates and bling for my collar from Merlot; a doggie stocking from Lin and Roger my next door neighbours and favourite dog sitters back home and a superb reindeer tug toy from Victoria, supplier of tummy rubs and cool tug toys.  Thank you all for my Christmas presents.