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How time flies – four years ago. I have run a lot of miles and eaten a lot of treats since then …

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Cute, wasn’t I?

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Have always loved having my tummy tickled

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With my favourite toy

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Play fighting with my Burmese cat-brother and bestie, Ollie, when I was about 6 months old.  Nothing’s changed, we still do it now.

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There is nothing better than a

good run every day

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I am careful what I eat too.  Healthy food, hopefully straight out of the fridge, as opposed to out of a can or sachet.  Sometimes I get lucky 😉

A little while ago, I spotted Sir Bentley Bulldog waddling across the field from his ancestral pile and collapsing in a heap on my lawn.  He hadn’t got an appointment, but I slotted him in, especially as it didn’t look like he was going anywhere in a hurry.

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Sir Bentley Bulldog – all puffed out

I hadn’t seen Sir B since we were about 18-months-old, so it was a bit of a shock to see him in such a state.  He was too puffed out to tell me what the problem was but he didn’t have to explain.  I am very intuitive and he had chubbed up a bit since I last saw him.  It is very awkward telling people that they need to lose weight but sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind.  So I was blunt.

“You need to go on a diet Sir B!”  I said gently patting one of his splayed out front legs.  He nodded.  Panting profusely.   His eyes wide in agreement.  “And you need to exercise more.  You have no excuse Bentley, your garden is enormous.”

Poor Sir Bentley Bulldog, despite his pedigree and privilaged upbringing, his family clearly needed educating about a sensible diet for him.  They adore Bentley but tossing him more than just the odd sausage at breakfast, in addition to his giant automatic feeder, was not helpful.

We took Sir B home in the car and his family now have him on a diet.  A sensible diet and a little exercise and he is a much happier boy.  I jog over most days to supervise his workouts.  He may never become the Usain Bolt of the Bulldog world, but he is really trying.

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All sorts of horrible things can happen to your dog or cat if he or she is overweight.  Diabetes, heart problems or high blood pressure.

So, please don’t let that happen to yours.

Recently I have been popping out of the cat flap for a little longer than usual at night because I have been catching  up with an old friend.  I generally only share my garden with my family.  If I catch anybody else wandering through it uninvited, I generally let them have it and they skidaddle pretty quickly.

I first met Harry a couple of years ago when he took me by surprise. I popped out of the cat flap and there he was eating a slug right outside my back door.  I didn’t know exactly who he was and I wasn’t very pleased to find him there, so I barked at him and instead of running away from me, the big, scary Shorkie, he curled up into a ball.  So I started to prod him with my paws, which is something I will never do again.  Ouch Mr Spiky!

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Harry only pops out of his nest at night and he considers himself to be the Gardener’s Friend as he eats all the bugs, slugs and snails that people try to kill will with chemicals.  So he is a good guy to have around and someone I like to spend time with when he drops by.

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Harry’s favourite meal … a slug … yum

Yes, it is true that hedgehogs have fleas but their fleas only like hedgehogs.  So you don’t have to worry about any of your furry friends.

For all you need to know about Harry go to the Jersey Hedgehog Preservation Group or the British Hedgehog Preservation Society.

 

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On the whole, I am a very private person.  I like to sit on my back doorstep in the mornings and contemplate the world and my front paws. I love my garden.  It is mine, although I kindly share it with the cats. It is a beautiful morning.  Peace and momentary  solitude before my day begins. Bliss.  Unfortunately my neighbour has a tendency to ruin it all by arriving unannounced and barking in my ear.  

 

Too in your face Gatsby!

 
This is Gatsby. About 10 foot tall on his hind legs and the noisiest and nosiest neighbour on the planet, even though he lives across the fields.  Fortunately, he is terrified of me.  So a couple of well chosen barks from me sends him scuttling back across the field.  Shorkie Power!

Ghrrrr!

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