Thursday, 20 July 2017

Five years on... the Muppet is back

It seems that it's been almost exactly five years since I last blogged anything.  My mum is useless and hasn't put my musings up forever. 


I should start with an update.  Not only am I now a Veteran (that's in show terms... I'm still the bestest dog ever, no matter my age).  I'm nearly 9 years old.  But I look fabulous for my age... obviously.


The sad bits first.  Lucycat and my bestest buddy Cassie both went to join thecatwithnofurthing in Rainbow Bridge.  But there's nice stuff too.  My big sister Meg is now nearly 16 and whilst she is very wobbly now, especially when I jump on her and she falls over, The Deviant is now nearly 6 and Princess and Skinvader still live with us too.  This year, Skinvader got an allie.  Nekkiddog.  She's pretty but weird.  She's 9 months old.  She's possibly more naughty than me.  Her Auntie Gina took this picture.  See what I mean?  That face spells naughty. 




This week me and The Deviant LOVE her lots.  She smells really nice.  It's doing funny things to our heads (and other bits).  She has to stay behind a big gate so we can sing love songs to her.  Mum thinks this is amusing.  She yells at us how lovely it is, quite a lot.  Apparently we can stop the love songs in a week, but I think Nekkidog likes it.  She wiggles her bum a lot to show us. 


The Deviant has a v.e.t. appointment tonight because his ears are still manky (Mum says it's his brains falling out, really - but we know he hasn't got one so she's fibbing).  So, tonight, I've got Nekkidog all to myself for an hour.  Mum's talking about crates and stuff though, which will be fun, I can sing whilst Nekkidog, who doesn't do crates, sings back, barks and keeps the neighbours entertained.  Mum says she's running in the v.e.t. and running out again.   We shall see.  Report later.


Me and my bestest chum Erin.  I'm doing my show stuff here.  I help her.



Friday, 13 July 2012

I is famous.

Because I'm better than my little brother, I have become famous.

Famous enough to be a writer in the wonderful TT Talk magazine what Mum gets and all our Tibetan Terrier friends get.

I passed on my wisdom to my brother the Deviant, and all my fans in the magazine.


And, just for Cindy's mum, here is the transcript in proper words not a picture

Muppet’s Mutterings
I thought, because I’ve got a new little brother called Dave, I should write down 10 basic rules to lead a happy healthy life in this house. They might benefit your TT too. They’re very simple, and hopefully if they pay attention to them more than Dave does, they’ll be well on the way to being a rather fabulous dog.
1. My bowl contains food that doesn’t taste as nice as yours. Get used to it, and either eat yours at 100 mph or expect to have my leftovers.
2. Barking at wild animals on the TV is a prerequisite for living in Mum’s house. It doesn’t matter if it’s something called a Hippo, it might sneak out of a drainpipe one day and try to eat Mum. If it ever does, we’ll be prepared.
3. Cats. There are “indoor” cats and “outdoor” cats. All are evil. However, the three cats that live in the house can only be chased when Mum isn’t around, or privileges like cuddles on the sofa get withdrawn. All outdoor cats get chased, regardless. If you make a small mistake and chase and “indoor” cat, make sure you’re caught with it’s claw in your nose. That way it looks like you are the innocent victim of a random cat attack.
4. Poo-that-fights-back. You know the sort, the ones that hang on to your fur when you’d thought you’d finished. If you run through the dog flap at somewhere averaging 75 mph, do a handbrake turn in the dining room and head back out the dog flap (with a suitable matching look of terror on your face) you will find that those annoying bits of poo will leave your fur somewhere handy like the middle of the rug, where Mum can clean it up easily. Job done.
5. Toys. As Mum falls asleep on the sofa of an evening, choose to play only with the squeaky toys that you own. There might only be one in your stash of toys, so make sure it hasn’t been misplaced or dig it out as noisily as you can. It will not only get Mum up and playing, it will send your sister dogs into a whipped up frenzy that causes this AMAZING screechy noise. It’s worth seeing how quickly Mum jumps off the sofa.
6. Baths. Baths are a weekly test. Sometimes, if you are very clever, you can run out the dog flap into the garden as soon as you see the dog towels starting to be taken to the bathroom. Once out there, keep running round the patio table. If Mum can’t catch you, you’ve passed the test. Whatever you do, avoid the stuff she uses after you’re tortured. Ooops I mean dried. It’s called Lavender grooming spray and it stinks of girls. This is not cool.
7. Cups of Tea. If one gets left on the floor – by anyone – regardless of their status in this house, it should be drunk by a dog. If it’s not, then it might get knocked over and that would mean we’d get into trouble. Coffee too, and wine if you must, but that makes your head go a bit whizzy, and running the wall of death around the lounge doesn’t win us biscuits. Besides, it’s not often full glasses of wine get put down on the floor in the house of any TT owner, I understand.
8. Pot Plants. Strange things hide in the bottom of pot plants. They’re invisible to humans, and you have to dig really really deep to find them. Emptying the entire pot is absolutely necessary. Beware though, if you do it on a really wet day, you might be forced to revisit number 6 on this list.
9. Walks. Walks must be undertaken with enthusiasm and with the strength of a Great Dane. Barking is optional. However, you must criss-cross leads in front of Mum at every opportunity to ensure the best nose-to-lamppost sniff ratio. Our big sister dog learned a good trick the other week too – stopping for a poo whilst waiting to cross at a Zebra Crossing provides endless entertainment for passing motorists, and apparently if you take twice as long to do your business, cars stop randomly at will, probably in admiration, but it makes Mum wave her arms weirdly at the cars.
10. Socks. Socks smell gooood. There are lots of things you can do to get socks. When Mum sits down to put them on, you can easily sneak up and pull them back off, but be quick and run into the garden with them or you lose them and they get stuffed under trousers and in boots before you know it. When Mum takes them off, they’ll be stored in her “floor cupboard” but that’s upstairs and that’s off limits. So, watch out for them when they come back downstairs for wash day. If you can sneak one out of the washing machine as they’re shoved in, you’ve won the prize. She’ll realise when odd ones come out washed and there’s a fully TT washed one in the flower border.
love
Muppet
xxx

Wednesday, 16 May 2012

The Deviant must be psychic


I don't know how he knew, but somehow The Deviant worked out that Mum needed a new jacket.  So he ate the zip and made it easier for her to go and justify getting one.

Aye, my fur kid brother is learning fast.

love

Muppet
xxx


Monday, 14 May 2012

Whodunnit?

 The Evidence.  Muddy paw prints on the dining room rug.  Mum says please excuse the fact she hasn't vaccumed.


The witness.  (That's me, Muppeteers.  The mud on my feet is collatoral damage.  I tried to warn him).


 The damage.  That patio was cleaned and disinfected by Mum this morning.    That plant pot was full of earth earlier.  The patio wasn't.


The Suspect.  (That's The Deviant, and I think that yowl of innocence is totally and utterly unconvincing and the muddy paws are a huge giveaway.)


HAHAA!  The PROOF!  You don't see my head in the plant pot now do you???

The Deviant is in the Doghouse.  Oddly I appear to be banned from the sofa, too.  I am protesting, with a pathetic type whine from behind the dog gate.  Earlier, there were fish skins on offer for our tea time snack.  They seem to have disappeared now, along with Mum's good mood.  We need Deputy Dawg to sort this injustice out.



Monday, 7 May 2012

Sometimes...

Most of the time, I am in a very very good mood.

But sometimes, I am in a very very bad mood and then it's better that I just sit somewhere out the way, so The Deviant doesn't bother me.

Today, is one of those moods.


I may well patent the "blanket-on-the-head" disguise, for it may well catch on.

Friday, 27 April 2012

I taught him well.

Today was The Deviant's first Championship Show. I'm an old hand these days, so I don't really mind what people think of me, as long as they clap at the end.

The Deviant, however, hasn't done all this.  We all travelled up in Auntie Barbara's car.  It was a very long journey to the showground and, whilst I travelled innocently in my crate, The Deviant shared the back seat with our cousins, Harry-No, Vita-May and Spicy Isis.  He kept jumping up at Auntie Barbara and then trying to sleep on her shoulder, which is silly when he's got three dogs to sleep on.

We all got to the showground and Mum and Auntie Barbara got our trolley's ready.  We all got in the trolleys in the pouring rain and all was well.  In theory.

Now you have to remember, the primary lesson to teach my little brother is, no matter what, never ever ever be seen to be naughty.  If you did it, don't be there when it's found.

That's why, when we got parked next to the show ring, and Auntie Barbara went to take our cousins out for a walk, she was a little bit surprised to find out that every single one of her leather dog leads had been chewed through, making them about 5 inches in length each, and not a lot of use to walk or show a dog on.

You couldn't hear me and The Deviant snigger, and I swear I then saw a moth fly out of Mum's purse, which was a bit odd.

The Deviant seems to have been forgiven, however, because he went on to get a 5th place in the show and seems a bit too full of himself now.  I may need to teach him not to show off.

We shall work on our next lesson shortly.

love

Muppet
xxx




Sunday, 22 April 2012

OK so I'm proud. Ish.

Apparently, I teach Ringcraft really really well.

I teach Ringcraft to my brother The Deviant. 

I'm not sure what went wrong, but when he went in his class today he went up against three other dogs and came away with the Red Rosette, which is pretty darn good.

I got a Red Rosette, too.  Course I did!

Then we had the line up at the end. 

Aunty Heather had to handle The Deviant because she thought I'd be too naughty for her.  Of course, I was wonderful.  The nice lady judge had to ask Mummy to take The Deviant because he was being so incredibly horrible and wanted to play in the show ring (PLAY IN THE SHOW RING!! I ASK YOU, WHAT was he thinking??).  So, I had to go out of the ring so that he could learn to behave, then Aunty Heather took me in the ring again.  The Deviant STILL wanted to play.

So, what did the judge do??

She gave The Deviant Best Puppy in Breed ANNNNND Best of Breed!!!!!!!!!!!!!  WHAT was she doing??? The Deviant?!  Best of Breed???   He even won fish biscuits!!! 

I must plan to unteach him everything I know.  Soon.