Talk to Cassie

Happy Mother’s Day to all you fur mummies out there and remember … nobody loves you more we do …

 

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IMG_8852I may have thought that having a lazy day in bed was a good idea, but it didn’t last. Hibernating isn’t really my thing. It might have been cold outside but I have to get up because there’s always so much to do.

I had to warn Boris, again, about coming into the garden. I said it was very nice to see him but, Misha is a skillful and scary hunter, even if she is smaller than he is.  All the rodents within a 20-mile radius are terrified of her.  Ollie doesn’t present much of a threat to anybody though.

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Ollie says, hunting is for schmucks.  Food comes out of a tin, a sachet or a packet and is served to you in a bowl.

 

But Boris never listens, so I suppose it is must be true … what they say about a bird’s brain, Boris’s anyway, he has a very short memory.

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Bird-brain Boris (right) with equally un-fazed blackbird (left)

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Camouflaged Bengal hunter Misha watching and waiting

 

It was cold today, but it is sunny.   So I put on my racing jacket and headed for the beach.  There’s no better way to warm up than having a good gallop on the beach.

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Warming up on the beach

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Watching the seagulls relax … after I’d warmed them up as well.

0-60 in 5 seconds, that’s me.  Nobody can keep up with me and I certainly gave those seagulls a run for their money!

 

 

 

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babycassie 7I’ve loved Christmas ever since I was a pup and I was competition for the star on top of the tree.

I wish it could be Christmas every day.   A few more ‘Christmas Days’ scattered throughout the year would be good, so we can all enjoy ripping open presents more often.  I know we have our birthdays but, if we celebrated present opening day regularly, I might not get quite so carried away.

It was torture leading up to Christmas this year because Ollie and I knew there was something mouthwateringly delicious underneath the tree.   It turned out that the wonderful smell was coming from one of my presents … Gourmet Chicken and Cheese sausages.  Slurp.

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Where is that wonderful smell coming from?

I was so excited after unwrapping and eating one of my scrumptious sausages, I accidentally ripped an antler off my new reindeer toy … and swallowed it.  I regret that doing that now, but I am sure it will come out in the wash … if you catch my drift.

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With a new avian friend after I accidentally swallowed my reindeer’s antler ..

Ollie found Christmas Day too exhausting and slept through most of it after he had stuffed himself full of chicken.  So, I thought I should try out his present for him, a buzzy bee and I can highly recommend getting one, I found the bee to be a very entertaining toy.

 

After I found out the fat balls were for the birds and not for me, it was time for a nap with my reindeer.

I had a great day.  Roll on next Christmas.  I hope you enjoyed your day, as much as I did mine.

With love fromCassie the Blog Dog

 

 

 

 

 

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