When you've trekked through the woods, rolled in poop, had a bath, rolled on the muddy lawn to get the stinky smell of shampoo off, had a second bath, been dried, had dinner, there's only one thing to do...
These are our friends Woody & Rocket. They like to carry sticks which are bigger than their whole body. We're not interested in sticks. We prefer manure. But no one wants to play fetch with that. Shame.
Now it may look to the layperson as if I am sleeping. Ha! That's where you are wrong. I am instead taking pole position for any toast-based accidents. If it slips off the plate, or a jammy knife gets dropped, who do you think will be in there like a shot? I'm not just a pretty face.
So. There's this thing. We think it could be a cornish pasty. It's been in the box for a week now. They pick plants off the lawn for it. Then he eats them. Which is odd, because when we eat stuff off the lawn they always say, "Oh, doggies, how could you?". Hmm, the mystery continues...
We were really pleased to receive this photo from 3 very happy customers in The Benson! Three really is the magic number!
Bit of rotten fish. String of stinky seaweed. Sometimes the beauty of the world just takes your dogbreath away.
There's a common misconception that because we are big dogs, we don't want to sit on your lap. Let's clear this up right now: We love it! And come on, who doesn't like 4 stone of beefcake giving them a dead leg of an evening?
Holiday!!! We're off to the coast for a holiday but the drive is taking aaaages, and we have to keep stopping because the humans like to put our leads on and make us wander around the grass. No idea why they're doing it but we go along with it, seems to keep them happy.
Hi! We're Pippin & Willow, Chloe & Jeff's rescued labradors. We keep an eye on everything here at C&J HQ, and now you can enjoy following our antics here on our blog. Woof!