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Showing posts with label Border Terrors. Show all posts
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Friday, 30 January 2015

Lately

Lately we have been wearing our new harness-lead combo in cranberry.




Lately we are the dog du choix of the celebrity.

Jo Malone's Border Terrier, from her Twitter account



Bella Freud's Border Terrier



This one has quite the media profile



Will Young and his BT


Lately we have been catching up with our friends


With my bestie Alfie the Wheaten Terrier



Living the dream with my blonde beauties



Mabel, fashionista and party girl



Lately we have been giving our girlfriends little tokens of our love



Gave this brooch to Mabel's owner, from the Cancer Research charity gift shop


Lately we have been expressing our wild side via our hairstyle


Spending time giving your dog a Mowhawk is a sign you need to get a job

Lately we have been enjoying some relaxing music



And inhaling some calming pheromones



It's working well. Mummy remains calm while I go outside and bark up a frenzy.


Lately walks have become colder and it's harder to chat to new friends
 




Lately during our sniffing we have spotted signs of spring.




What have you been up to lately?



Thursday, 18 December 2014

A Blog is not just for Christmas

Sign of the times that the first Christmas party I attend is the dog's.


All the movers and shakers of the Advanced Dog Training Class* were there.



This is Arthur.  Swiss Entlebucher, financier and raconteur - he is super bright, runs a bank, often abroad for tax reasons, loads of character and woofs, yips and growls his way through dog training, he has lots of anecdotes and some really rude jokes. Possibly.  I don't speak dog.  But that's what I imagine. Much in demand as an after-dinner speaker.




This is Darcey.  Bouvier des Flandres, fashion icon and lady.  Jackie Kennedy was a Bouvier too.  So Darcey is very refined and stylish, I can see her in an Oleg Cassini suit and pillbox hat. Monty stares at her longingly with his mouth open but she is out of his league.  Darcey is best kept away from any blonde bubble permed poodles, the sort that might sing "Happy Birthday Mr President".






Leonard McCombe/Life Magazine/Time & Life Pictures/Getty Images

President Kennedy  with First Lady Jackie, in fur-trimmed suit designed by Oleg Cassini, at his inauguration.




And then there's Monty.  Border terrier and class clown - always looking the wrong way, never concentrates, always needs the loo in the middle of class.








It was a fab party. 




There was a tree.


There was tinsel.







A buffet.



Hmm, always one greedy gutzer pushing in at the buffet..




Wild party games involving the wearing of hats.







Standing on things.








Drinking.















Debauchery




Everyone got tired and emotional and had to be driven home.


In short, a cracking party.


  

*  Laura Ward
Minds Alike Animal Training and Behaviour

Wednesday, 25 June 2014

Border Disputes and Other Key Issues

Dahlings, I have had to write a stiff letter to Ines de la Fressange:

Dear Madame de la Fressange (can I call you Angie for short?)

Look here Angie!

We both know you have been style stalking me for years, copying my best looks and snatching my role as muse for old Karl L. from me....(Karl would have done much much better work if he had a mad old housewife as muse, his work with machine washable fabrics and go anywhere aprons and comfy shoes would have been Visionary).

See here's you wearing a stripey shirt under a pullover.




Well here's me.


Here's you rocking a Lacoste polo shirt.



Here's me doing the same look in my own way, using a body double.  See how you have even copied the multiple medallion look, Angie?





Angie, I have turned a blind eye to this sartorial theft but now you have gone too far:




Outrageous!  Copying my canine accessory! How dare you! Have you no shame? All I can say is, I hope he sheds hair on your slimline black capris and chews up your Roger Viviers.

Your sincerely

B Blighty


And then I had to write to old Kirstie Allsop

Dear Mrs Allsop

I read in the Daily Mail on-line that recently you have caused a mini furore by stating that girls should not go to university.  I suspect that superficially stoopid statement was actually a very clever way of getting publicity for your latest enterprise.

But what concerns me is this picture of you with a Border Terrier.  What are you thinking?  There you are, encouraging people to do up their homes and scatter cushions and curtains around with gay abandon while at the same time clutching what we now refer to in our house as a Mobile Shredder. Have you seen their teeth? Huge!  It is only a matter of time before old matey there chomps his way through a rug and a lovely throw embroidered by peasants in rural Gloucestershire, before setting to work on that flower arrangment.  You have been warned.

Yours sincerely
B Blighty





And then I had to write to this lady.
 
 
Dear Mrs Queen Beatrix
I now understand the real reason for your abdication.  They really are trouble aren't they?  Well done on managing to keep the Queen gig going so long while handling a Border Terror.  You were very wise though to hand over to your son so you could concentrate on Border Control issues. I like the way you look regal and serene in this photo while at the same time keeping a firm hold on the Terror. Out of interest, has he ever jumped in a canal before?
Yours etc


Well I was told a dog could be a lot of work but I had no idea it would involve so much correspondence.