What’s a guy to do when big white flakes start falling from the sky? Yep. You got it in one!
So here I am clowning around in the snow, maybe eating a bit of it, maybe skidding up and down the decking. You know, Bordoodle stuff 🙂
H x
Jeesh this is cold on my derriere…
Guess if I wiggle it a bit, that frosty behind might warm up. Beyonce eat your heart out!
Yes, those are skid marks where I’m hurtling down the decking. And?!
We went for our traditional Sunday lunchtime walk along the beach today and saw something quite marvellous. Not a cat. Not a big bag of chips with my name on it. But an enormous climbing frame, also known as a vintage Routemaster bus. Brilliant!
Do you think I might be able to have one for my birthday?
H x
Oh yeah. River. Stones. Splashing. What could be better?
Ready…steady…throw!
Stop staring at my ‘legs’!
Ok, ok. A bit of passing traffic to satisfy my Border Collie herding urge wouldn’t go amiss either! See how hard I am trying not to pay attention to the cars going by 🙂
H x
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.
Poised for action. It’s my day-to-day 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.
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!
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!
Hope you’ve enjoyed my New Year Look Book. Check back in soon!
H x
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…
But (apparently) they’re much better when they’re under control!
And, yes, the sky is pretty grey. Dreaming more of sausages than California though!
Here I am doing my ‘good boy’ routine in the park. Pretty convincing isn’t it? Hee hee 🙂
Yes, I am off the lead here…like a big boy!
Throw the stick already!!
H x
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’?
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
Everyone loves a flashback. No prizes for the spot the difference though I’m afraid!
H x
Me today:
Me when Mum and Dad first brought me home:
Dad has been away this weekend, so it’s been a good opportunity to spend some quality time with Mum’s bed Mum. This picture pretty much says it all!
H x
I’ll have to submit a request to ‘The Management Committee’ for a King Size!
Note from Hector’s Mum: actually, that picture doesn’t even tell half the story! He snuck upstairs while I was getting changed, plundered the laundry basket for underwear, and proceeded to chew it on the bed. The real deal:
Nom nom nom…this bra tastes amazing!
As you’ve probably gathered, Mum and Dad pretty much spend their whole lives entertaining me…taking me out…and buying me prezzies. Now that the Christmas ranges are hitting the shops, Mum just can’t help but pick up the odd little toy to put a smile on my face (note from Hector’s Mum: actually, to keep him busy for two whole minutes…if we’re lucky).
Yesterday, she came home with this:
Less than 24 hours later, it looks like this:
The sound it makes is incredible! So loud! I’ve been pushing it up against Dad’s legs to get the full effect. Brilliant. Pretty sure the neighbours love it too.
Can’t wait to see what my actual Christmas present will be now. Perhaps it’ll be a giant squeaky Octopus? Or a stocking full of treats? Christmas Pudding flavour ice cream maybe? Or perhaps Mum will persuade Dad that I really do need a doggy friend? (Hint, hint).
H x
Hector's House 