Al’s Dog Blog

Will you look what they’ve done to me? I was getting a bit scruffy, I suppose, and so my dad cut my hair for me. Everyone we met thought he’d done it with a knife and fork and he had to take a lot of ribbing about it. I didn’t mind particularly although I did decide to go underneath the car and came out with a rather dirty back.

Anyway, my mom booked me in for a shampoo and cut and so my dad had to take me this morning. I was a bit frightened when he left me at the “Posh Paws” parlour, but the ladies who looked after me were very nice, so it wasn’t too bad.

However, when I got back home, four hours later, and went to see my friends, Harvey and Mickey, they didn’t know me and I had to undergo a thorough inspection. Anyway I just thought I’d keep in touch with all my Internet friends and we will be back with you in the near future.

Hello Folks!

My name is Megan and I’m a West Highland White Terrier. I shall be two years old in August. I came to live with Harvey and Mickey at the beginning of March this year. I like them a lot.

They are very different from each other though. Harvey’s getting on a bit, but he is a very gentlemanly dog. He is always so good and otherwise he sleeps a lot. When we go out for a walk, I trot along with Harvey, because I only have little legs and it’s nice, gentle exercise.

Mickey, on the other hand, is a lovely natured boy, but he is so lively that he runs all the place and he takes a lot of keeping up with. When we are at home, Mickey and I love to wrestle with each other.

When I lived with my other folks, I didn’t have another dog to play with and had to stay on my own in the yard for a long time each day, so now I just love having Harvey and Mickey as my friends. We all like to settle down in the office with dad when he is using his computer.

I like my new mom and dad and life is great. My dad takes me and the boys for a nice walk every morning and we meet our regular friends when we go round the park on the outskirts of town. Here’s a picture of Mickey, who has just chased the ducks on to the lake. Can you see the heron sitting in the reeds? We see him quite a lot.

Next time we post anything, it will be about some of our friends that we meet.

Hello everyone! I’m Mickey. I am a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, just like Harvey. Harvey gives himself airs and graces, but I don’t think I do.

Don’t get me wrong, I like him, but he is a bit slow these days. I am only two years old, I like to chase around and get into mischief.

My favourite pastime is stealing toilet rolls and shredding them, making a mess all over the place. Brilliant! My mom and dad tell me off about it and I just look guilty for a moment, but it doesn’t make any difference – I just love it.

I used to live with a Chinese family, but I don’t think they knew much about keeping dogs. They wanted me to keep quiet and not do anything until they wanted to. They said I was far too lively for them. So they gave me (or sold me) to a lady called Tracey in Northamptonshire and she advertised me on the internet.

It appears my present mom and dad had just lost Roscoe, who was a brown and white Cavalier and they wanted company for Harvey. Alan (my new dad) happened to see the advert and here I am, living with him and Sue, his wife.

I really like it here, because, as well as having Harvey as my friend, my mom and dad adopted Megan a few weeks ago. She is a lively little thing, only eighteen months old, and she loves running about and fighting with me. We don’t hurt each other, except she sometimes bites my ears. I don’t like that at all.

Barney has been to stay as well. He is a great big, stupid dog, who was supposed to be a Golden Retriever. If’ he’s a Golden Retriever, then I’m a St Bernard. Barney is Fiona’s dog. Fiona is mom and dad’s daughter and she brings her kids, Ellen and Luke, to stay for a few days in the school holidays. They live in the south of England.

I really like Barney. He likes to play all the time and we can tear about all day. I don’t know why my mom and dad stop us racketing about while they’re watching the television, but we have to sit down and be quiet. This time though, Megan tried to monopolise him and I felt a bit pushed out. She really is a bit of an upstart.

When it’s time for him to go back home, he always tries to hide, because he wants to stay with us. He likes the countryside around here as well as the company of us three dogs. He’s only got a cat at home and the cat isn’t as playful as we are.

Now I’ve finished blog writing, I’ll go back and pester Megan. I hope you’ve enjoyed reading my stuff. I’ll be back in touch soon.

My name is Harvey and I am a 10 year old Cavalier King Charles Spaniel. We spaniels of that type are undoubtedly superior to all the other breeds, in fact there is a law in Britain, dating back to the 17th century, that King Charles Spaniels are allowed into any building in the land, whereas none of the other breeds are.

I couldn’t understand why they wouldn’t allow me into the supermarket, or even McDonalds, but I thought it beneath my dignity to kick up a fuss. I just put on my haughty look, turned my back on them and sauntered away in the most laid-back manner I could.

My mom and dad are Sue and Alan and they do treat me with the respect I believe I deserve. Unfortunately I live with a couple of other dogs who don’t treat me with any respect at all – young upstarts!

When I first came to live with Sue and Alan I was twelve weeks old and they had already had two great, big, ten year old Golden Retrievers called Floyd and Chester. It was a bit daunting at first, but I really took to Chester, who would let me cuddle up to him. Floyd didn’t seem to like me much, but he tolerated me or, more usually, ignored me. Floyd had a cancer in his mouth just before he was thirteen and we lost him. My mom and dad bought Roscoe, a Blenheim Cavalier, who was my nephew (his mom was my sister). Chester only lived another couple of months – he just seemed to give up after Floyd went.

I got on well with Roscoe. We were very good friends, even though he used to steal my toys and my food. Sadly, Roscoe had a very bad heart problem and died when he was only six. The vet found that I had a slight heart murmur, so my dad put me on heart tablets straight away. Thank goodness, they seem to have worked, because the vet says I am fine and I can certainly run around better than I could.

About a year ago, two days after Roscoe died, so that I would have some company when my mom went out to work and my dad went to play golf, my mom and dad bought Mickey, another Cavalier. Mickey was a bit hyperactive when he arrived. He used to tear about all over the place, but he is quite a nice natured boy and looks after me quite well these days. If I can’t see my dad (my eyesight isn’t what it used to be), Mickey will come and find me and take me to him.

Mickey was only eleven months old when he arrived. Before he came to our house he lived with a Chinese family. I think he was too lively for them, but since he has lived with us he has matured a bit. He is now two. Everybody likes him, but he isn’t as dignified as I am. He goes to people and fusses round, but I don’t do that. I feel that they should come to me. I don’t think that he is such a classic looking Cavalier as I am.

Now my mom and dad have rescued another dog. She is called Megan and she is a West Highland Terrier. She is lively and is no respecter of persons, and definitely no respecter of canine royalty, such as myself. She is at the moment in season and she won’t let me alone. All I want, at my age, is a nice quiet life, not a sexy little madam tormenting me and wanting me to do unspeakable things.

I have to be separated from her with a dog guard at night, but seriously, what does a high class pooch like me want with a little wanton like that. Still, she is to be spayed in June and that will put an end to all that sort of nonsense.

Ah well, I am quite exhausted with all this blog writing. I’ll call it a day for now and go back to sleep.