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Copy cat…er…dog

Great news! I’ve got another friend :) He’s called Rafa, and as you can see, he likes to model himself on me:

He's even got a big white sock!

He’s even got a big white sock!

According to Rafa’s Mum, Tracy, he loves a tennis ball and has somewhat of a naughty streak. Sounds like my kind of guy! In case you’re wondering, Rafa is a miniature Bordoodle… so not quite as big in the body as me, but his personality is definitely a match.

And he sits so nicely too! Now all Rafa needs is a bow tie like mine :)

And he sits so nicely too! Now all Rafa needs is a bow tie like mine :)

My Mum says that there are a few big differences between us though: Rafa doesn’t seem to ‘collect’ ornaments like I do, nor does he ‘paint’ the carpet with mud. Oh well, I’m sure Tracy will manage to see her way past Rafa’s lack of interior design expertise! After all, he is only 6 months old :)

H x

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Hector’s New Year Look Book

Sorry for the lack of posts lately folks – my Mum has been a bit under the weather, so I have been busy looking after her. You know, making sure she gets plenty of long walks, that sort of thing :)

Anyway, here’s a quick photo tour (aka look book) of what I’ve been up to. Naturally, with the sea air being so good for you, I’ve been taking Mum to the beach a fair bit:

Pensive. It's my new look.

Pensive. It’s my new look.

 

Poised for action. It's my day-to-day look.

Poised for action. It’s my day-to-day look.

 

Erm...doing dressage. It's not a good look.

Erm…doing dressage. It’s not a good look.

And wearing a bow tie to get Mum to smile: (ignore Dad there – he’s trying to take a selfie with me…who can blame him?!)

Bow tie. It's my festive look.

Bow tie. It’s my festive look.

We’ll quickly skip over my trip to the vets after swallowing a glove. Let’s just say they made it magically reappear and I felt pretty sorry for myself:

Just don't look!

Just don’t look!

Finally, I have a new (long distance) friend called Sage, who belongs to the very lucky Karen out in the US of A. Yup, she’s a bordoodle too (Sage, not Karen)!

Take another look. Gorgeous!

Take another look. Gorgeous!

Hope you’ve enjoyed my New Year Look Book. Check back in soon!

H x

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Hair today, gone tomorrow

It’s happened…Mum has given me a haircut!! She said it was getting too long, too matted and that I looked like an old man. But I know she just wanted to test out her (rather new) grooming skills.

As she’s only been grooming for a few months, I thought it would be best if I really did give her a challenge. You know…just so she could get the full experience.

So…I kept following the clippers with my head when she was running them all over my body, trying to lick the blades, and maybe play bite her hand a bit. Hee hee. I also made a number of attempts to eat the scissors, oh, and to jump off the grooming table.

At the end of the day, Mum definitely agreed that I’d set her a proper challenge. Ah, one aims to please :)

Anyway, check out the before and after pics below. I actually love my new look…it’s easier to squeeze through small spaces and to jump over the sofa. Also, everyone we meet thinks I look like a proper puppy now, so the number of strangers trying to cuddle me has rocketed. Bonus!!

H x

Beards are beautiful...

Beards are beautiful…

But (apparently) they're much better when they're under control!

But (apparently) they’re much better when they’re under control!

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Bad hair day

Fowlmead Country Park, here I come!

Yes, you guessed it: Mum had a day off from work today so that she could get back to feeling like a proper person entertain me :)

We went over to Granny and Grandad’s for lunch first – and while we were there I showed off my excellent header skills with the football. Soon enough, it was time to harness up and get on the road to the park.

Molly spent the whole journey in the car trying to make a comfy bed on Mum’s back seat and I barked at the electric windows – in the hope that they would open. Sometimes they do…but I can’t quite work out who controls them…yet!

The park was awesome as ever. Birds, toadstools, fish, cyclists, ice cream. The list goes on. One thing I wasn’t quite so keen on was the extreme wind today:

Did someone say 'Chewbacca'?

Did someone say ‘Chewbacca’?

It’s hard to see all of the squirrels when you’ve got hair blowing everywhere. Even worse, it’s hard for everyone to see how handsome I really am!

H x

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Pom bear

Yesterday, I found a hat down the back of the sofa. And it wasn’t just any hat. It was woolly on the outside, fleecy on the inside. It had dangly ear bits and tassels. Best of all, it had a huge pom pom on top. Yesssss!!!

Here’s what happened next:

Oh, and as for the title of this post, well Grandad’s nickname for me is ‘Bear’ and Mum just loves those crazy crisp critters, so it was the perfect fit!

H x