My Family

Ah at last, the staff have found time to help me get me latest shots for the family album up on the dogblog...

Me, my mum and my bruv Hudson had a terrier gathering with out 'first family' in Hampshire a couple of weeks back. Oh boy, I love that garden! Lots of adventures -I remember the day when I was less than 7 weeks old and managed to unclick a little kitty door and get myself free from my bruvs and sis. What a day!
And then there was another time when I visited when I got a chickadee right in my old gnashers

And here I am again seeing my brother Hudson for the very first time since we left our 'first family'. Look at this fella....

Yeah, I know. Looks like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth...but guess what?  He's just like me! 

Loves the camera ....

And LOVES going crazy in gardens ....

Here's our mum Darcy keeping an eye on us too!

It wasn't all fun though. Me and my bruv didn't reall impress mum when we started to nick all of her toys....

Cor....have you ever seen so many fluffy things waiting to have their stuffing taken out? This is going to take AGES!

My and my bruv started fighting over our favourites...

He's a strong puppy boy!

But I won of course!

We left a bit of a mess behind....

But I think Mum will forgive us. Boys will be boys !

Me, Hudson and Mum say THANKS TO OUR STAFF for letting us have such a fantastic day ! And ahem..... me and Hudson are sorry for our noisy scrapping. It's just our terrier-tastic way!

Hope we can all get together again soon !

Dylan goes to Dorset

Here I am with more tales of my fab "holidays with hoomans". We took the orange tin kennel to somewhere called Dogset...I mean Dorset...something like that anyway. Here's me with all my new country pooch friends...

bit of a smooch with this lovely pooch

this little sausage was very shy 

<This video is for Emma who is missing her little daschund back in the Caymans- Hi Emma! >

this one was even shyer ...didn't move a muscle for the whole time I was there. Weirdo.

When we got to Swanage the staff got very out of hand. First they tried me walk up rickety old pier steps. I mean I could see the sea through 'em! NO WAY!

And THEN...... well have a look at what the they made me do next  - so embarrassing! There was nothing I could do to stop them honest. I was unceremoniously swept of my feet and then they had the nerve to poke my head through a big hole. I'm thinking of sacking them. Someone should tell 'em I'm not just there as an object of entertainment!!

I was pleased to get on the road to see my old mum in Hampshire after that . What a time we had... and my little brother Hudson was there too.... more next time!