Macy: Ned?.. Ned??? Oh for god's sake! DOWN!!! Off The Sofa Now!!
Ned sighs deeply, and executes slow and theatrical climb off sofa...
Macy: Right. We need a WORD.
Ned: Walkies? Walkies would be a good word...
Macy: No. A word about habits.
Ned: Eh?
Macy: Yeah HABITS. I mean, god knows, I'm easy going enough, I've got used to the pawprints through the house, the drinking out the toilet and the War on Postmen.
Ned: Goes with the turf blue eyes.
Macy: But will you quit with the pawprints on the furniture too? And the curtains? How the hell does anyone get pawprints on the curtains?
Ned: Warned you about the postman sweetcakes!
Macy: And the pigs ears under the pillow in the spare bed?
Ned: Small stuff toots. You're sweating the small stuff.
Macy: And the lab up the road? Can we just for once, just once, for god's sake, meet the blonde lab up the road without you shagging her?
Ned: Ahhh Cassie...
Macy: And can we agree, can we try and agree that when we're down by the pond and I start yelling and howling at you, that you stop eating the decomposing rodent?
Ned ...
Macy: Me screaming is not a sign for you to gulp the last bit of its haunches down your throat.
Ned ....
Macy: Because you know what's going to happen. You're only going to barf it all up again back home.
Ned: Chill dollface.. I'll lick that lot up later.
Ned sighs deeply, and executes slow and theatrical climb off sofa...
Macy: Right. We need a WORD.
Ned: Walkies? Walkies would be a good word...
Macy: No. A word about habits.
Ned: Eh?
Macy: Yeah HABITS. I mean, god knows, I'm easy going enough, I've got used to the pawprints through the house, the drinking out the toilet and the War on Postmen.
Ned: Goes with the turf blue eyes.
Macy: But will you quit with the pawprints on the furniture too? And the curtains? How the hell does anyone get pawprints on the curtains?
Ned: Warned you about the postman sweetcakes!
Macy: And the pigs ears under the pillow in the spare bed?
Ned: Small stuff toots. You're sweating the small stuff.
Macy: And the lab up the road? Can we just for once, just once, for god's sake, meet the blonde lab up the road without you shagging her?
Ned: Ahhh Cassie...
Macy: And can we agree, can we try and agree that when we're down by the pond and I start yelling and howling at you, that you stop eating the decomposing rodent?
Ned ...
Macy: Me screaming is not a sign for you to gulp the last bit of its haunches down your throat.
Ned ....
Macy: Because you know what's going to happen. You're only going to barf it all up again back home.
Ned: Chill dollface.. I'll lick that lot up later.
7 November 2010 at 12:49
Ugh.
Trust me. Cats aren't much better behaved.
This morning before I had my necessary dose of Eine I watched her scud across the floor and had to clean up a hairball.
Tell me again, why do we share our lives with these creatures?
(my wv: looehca - sounds New Zealandish to me)
7 November 2010 at 15:16
Dogs, huh? A law unto themselves even if you think you've got them perfectly trained. The decomposing rodent reminds me why I don't own a dog....
7 November 2010 at 16:33
Roses - Ned informs me that cats are worse...
Mind you, only got his word for it..
Nick - {sighs...} yep. From his past history, the photo of the regurgitated rodent is only hours away...
7 November 2010 at 20:25
He has you wrapped round his little paw. They get you like that.
7 November 2010 at 23:53
Hey, I own a "blonde up the road" and she does get a little pissed off with all of the "Neds" trying to shag her when she is out for a walk----well, actually, she doesn't mind one, but all of the boys just tire her out---no wonder she sits without being asked.
We have a little hair problem in the house---she gets brushed every morning but I can hoover up a full dog worth of hair every 3 days--and of course if you wear dark clothes she seems to be able to rub herself against you enough that you take a reminder of her wherever you go.
But I love her ---would not be without her---would never,not let her in the house but she does not get on the furniture.
Oh, and you sound a little jealous of Ned and his blonde.
Ned, you are a champion
8 November 2010 at 12:41
...yeah but Ned is still gorgeous...
Sx
8 November 2010 at 17:23
With cats you don't even bother having ground rules. Just swat them off the dining and kitchen area occasionally.
Cats don't have masters, only slaves.
And there is much regurgitation.
8 November 2010 at 19:44
Mme Def - Too true! On the downside though, since the Cherub got too big, Ned gets all the babytalk thrown at him these days..
Clyde - What is it about blonde labs??? Ned is a dog OBSESSED. And the hair? Many times whilst emptying the hoover of bagloads of dog hair I've pondered knitting a dog hair jumper...
Scarlet... Indeedies, my wee NeddyBear! (see comment to Mme Def above...)
Roses...Two days in and no regurgitated rodent from Ned... hmmm maybe cats are worse???
Ponders, then decides not to investigate state of spare room duvet too closely....
8 November 2010 at 20:24
Oh those willful zombie collies and their predilections for tapping that blonde ass and chowing down on the dead. :)
Ned is SO EFFING CUTE!
8 November 2010 at 20:52
Veg -Blonde labs... yeah possibly, I can imagine the attraction if you are a dog.. but the CHOWING DOWN on Squirrel Corpses???
I think he's pushed cute as far as it's going to take him...
8 November 2010 at 23:42
God that so reminds me of our late beloved Jock - border line collie/spaniel. Similar face too. give him a kiss from me- no tongues though.
9 November 2010 at 19:53
Pat!! You've come late to the blog...Ned's predecessor on the canine front was... Jock.
Small (doggie) world...
10 November 2010 at 18:59
Love that fourth photo..what a smile!
ps new visitor to your blog..will return.
11 November 2010 at 08:41
Lily has just been trained back onto the sofa by the GLW. She hasn't trained her to stop eating cat poo mind...
11 November 2010 at 09:48
Hi Libby! - Yep. My best photos all seem to be the ones taken by accident. The trick is getting the Nedster to stand still for long enough.
Rog - Excellent idea! As the Winter deepens, and we grimly face the Cuts around a tiny one bar fire... maybe a warm dog on the sofa is the way to go.
Cat poo is an economy measure too far though, no matter what Lily ways.