Field of Gold

On a random walk with the dog bot I came accross what appeared to be a secluded little alley way. Behind this however, what can only be described as a little doggie nirvana was revealed in all its greatness. If anyone has ever seen the opening credits to 'Pushing Daisies' then imagine the golden retriever in that dancing through the daisies, and now swap him with Ralph. That's pretty much the scene that greeted me. The next day however, I tried to return and it was kind of a 'The Lion the Witch and The Wardrobe' situation where no one could believe what I had described was actually there! With some difficulty actually locating the entrance to this hidden little heaven, I eventually managed to get in there only to find a damp and lifeless rugby field. I dont think the rain helped though to be fair. Now here are some pics to PROVE I saw what I did on that day when me and Ralph were alone!

''Dear God Let Me Sleep''

I was given the somewhat arduous task of 'babysitting' next doors kids during the summer break so I had the pulling at my less than childcare experienced apron strings for a good 3 weeks.

''CAN WE WALK THE DOG GEMMA , CAN WE FORCE FEED THE DOG GEMMA, CAN I RIDE ON THE DOGS BACK GEMMA?!!?!?!?''

Oh dear God, I just dont do children I'm afraid. Anywho Ralph was pretty patient and managed to sustain all the tail pulling, screeching in his poor little earoles and general snagging at his neck on the lead. Needless to say, I've never seen Ralph give in before a human, but he'd really had enough. I just asked that he took a little time out to pose for some of my rather irritating paparazzi style photography so that I could ramp up his cute factor to a 10.

Bath Time for Dog Bum

Check it out, this pic looks like I own quite possibly the uggliest dog known to man. He's really cute when he's dry - Pwomis! Mind you he wasn't too impressed with the freezing cold hose - a bit similar to the Guantonamo bay submission treatment I imagine... I didn't mean it honest.. I just couldn't get the hot water to work so I figured just get it out of the way as soon as poss. Anyway, needless to say he is largely unimpressed by the recent events. He didn't take to the posh 'Paul Mitchell' shampoo I bought him (11 squids a bottle that was - can't believe he was so objectionable!). Even its 'oatmeal aroma' didn't win him over. Anywho by this stage I had actually (despite what you may think from seeing some of these pictures) began to realise it was time that Ralphie dog had some professional attention from a dog groomer. Getting an appointment with one of these is virtually impossible though so we had to wait until he grew hair long enough to look like one of those hairy scottish cow things (that I'll remember the actual name of at some point).