Pesky furries

Wooooffffffffffff everyone…..

It’s been a while since my last blog and I’ve been in the wars (as my Mum says, not sure what she means).

What I do know is it’s all the furries fault! – They are trying to take over my field and I’m not having it.

I’m waking up early now to try and catch them out, Dad loves it! He keeps saying to Mum “These early mornings are brilliant - not!” Mum just says, “Well tell Louis he has to go back to bed, Olga doesn’t want to be going out so early, what on earth has gotten into Louis”.

Well I’ll tell you Mum- furries – that’s what’s driving me mad, they know they are not allowed on my field, and that’s why I chase them off, but there seems to be more and more every time I go down! – Where are they all coming from?

The other morning we were out nice and early, Olga spotted one and set off chasing it off, she’s quick considering she’s ½ dog ½ Morphy Richards lol…

She managed to shoo one out of the bushes and it ran right in front of me, by the time I had adjusted my eyes it was gone, Olga came running up panting like mad saying I was a scaredy cat! – I AM NOT A CAT!

The furries then ran past me again – backwards – shouting “Oi big nose we’re giving you a chance to catch us”. I thought I’m not lowering myself to their level… so I ignored them, plus I wasn’t sure they were talking to me because I don’t have a big nose!.

I thought I’d show them and ran into the bushes and out the other side, then something stopped me in my tracks – what was that lovely smell? Oh my goodness it was amazing, I tracked it down and sniffed it for ages, I could hear Dad calling me but I couldn’t leave this treasure! I laid down rolling in the grass I wanted to make sure I had this all over me….. just heaven…

“Louis you dirty dog, your Mum is going to go mental!” were the words I heard coming from Dad, I looked up wondering what his problem was? “Louis get out of there, you stink, why on earth are you rolling in fox poo!”

Olga looked at me and smirked “You’re soooo going to be in trouble when Mum sniffs you, I bet you won’t even make it to the big bath, you’ll get hosed down outside, hahaha” No surely Mum wouldn’t do that – would she?

We got in the car and drove home, Dad had all the windows open and Olga kept crying because she said I smelt – how rude of her.

We went straight into the back garden and Dad told Mum what I’d done, she looked at me and said “Louis I am very disappointed in you” I hate it when Mum says that– the next few minutes were a blur, all I can remember is Mum telling Dad to turn the hose on to get most of the smell off, whilst she got a bucket of soapy water.

I thought this is going to take a lot of creeping to get back in Mum’s good books, as Dad hosed me down, Mum came out with the soapy water and a sponge. I thought I might as well just stand there and get it over and done with. Dad was washing my back paw when I let out a cry – something really hurt, Dad rinsed my paw and said “Oh hell Karyn (Mum) look at this” Now you have to remember my Mum is rubbish with anything nasty looking and blood. I looked at her as she changed colour – honestly she went like one of those dobbie look-a-likes (Weimaraner) grey! – She had to sit on the back step for a min, I wondered what all the fuss was about so peered round to have a look at my paw – then I saw it….. ½ my nail had come clean off, no wonder it was sore.

Mum started rubbing my ears and saying what a brave boy I was and how I must be in so much pain, she was cuddling me and kissing me and totally forgot about the smell. Dad said I had better go straight to the doggie doctor and made a call, a few mins later I was sat in the waiting room with a load of cats, still smelling of fox poo, listening to them sniggering about how I smelt – the shame of it all.

We went in and the doc asked what I had done, so Dad told him about the furries, and the fox poo… He laughed and said he thought he could smell something! Cheeky Doc.

He looked at my paw and said “Arr yes he has lost most of his nail there’s just a bit hanging on” What he did next made me cry – but only for a second, cos I’m dead hard – he pulled the remaining bit of nail off, then nipped my neck as always and gave Dad some sweeties for me to take everyday.

When we got home, Mum gave me a big hug, I thought I might be able to wangle this to my benefit here, so I sat next to Mum most of the night making her rub my ears, and if she stopped I just held my paw up! Olga tried to muscle in on the ear rubbing, but Mum told her to watch my paw and to let me have the attention for a bit. HAHAHA – IN YOUR FACE OLGA!

After a week or so of tablets and not being allowed to run after the furries, my nail is starting to get better, we were down on the field today and guess what I found! – It’s the best toy ever in the whole wide world, I use to play with one when I lived with Auntie Pam – it’s a Boomer Ball!!!!! I’m brilliant at playing with them, and I even ‘megged’ my Dad with it hahahaha, Olga doesn’t really like it because it’s a bit hard for her girly paws.

I’m going to have hours of fun with this, I might even get Dad up extra early tomorrow!!

See you soon

Love Louis and Olga