Woofs from a war zone

We's back. we's moved. We now in new hood down by the river in Greenwich. Just in time for big off London riots. Emmy has done much barking and can copy sound of police sirens, but me (muppet to you) don't like it one bit down in the hood and have done much shivering over last few nitz. Scary stuff - our main road was boarded up and Nick had to run the gauntlet to petz r us else we beez hungry. Now that not good, hungry whippets. I don't think so. Here is pixture of us and Her at the end of our road. We hope it looks calm as this again soooon. Byeeeeeeee

The Walpole Bay hotel Cliftonville

Cos it was over 90 degrees in London, we went offsky to Cliftonville where it was so hot we couldnt walk outside the hotel. Luckily it was the Walpole bay hotel which we thinks has to be seen to be believed. It is really a hotel in a post war Museum. Scary stuff in the middle of the night. oh but was luverly. We had cream teas to look at..mmmm. no leftovers?. gggrrrr. We only went out after dark, to look at the dogs below walking on the water. Gave us the shivers, and then we saw it actually was a wall to a sea swimming pool and the tide had covered it. Walk on Water? eh What?

Giant whippet spotted in Deal

Muppet the naughty whippet surveys the shingle for beach rabbits at dusk whilst on a short holiday break in Deal.

She was still a little hungry after only getting the end of Mum and Dad's ice creams earlier on in the day. Emmy thought it a little bit naughty of Mum and Dad to tease them with such lovely treats and only to give them the end of the wafers with a little bit of ice cream. Yum

What happens to old dogs in Weymouth

We still in Weymouth that fateful day below called no room at the Inn. Now we need some X ER SIZE cliff walkies. But hey what is that in the doorway? OMG that is wot 'appens to old dogs in Weymouth - they get put on wheelies for some bratty kidsky to ride on. OH NO. RUNFRIT. Finally we do running of our skinny dogz legs on Chesil Beach, all 7 miles of it. We going back in July for our hols and will tell all our peoples that twitter and facebook about our hotel B and B Weymouth booteak with water and electricity we hopes.

No room at the Inn

Well off we went for a short holiday at the seaside in Weymouth. we's excited cos there will be ice creams to steal and donkeys to annoy. But our dogfriendly hotel said no room at the inn, or none with electricity and running water. Hmmmph! our humum is fussy like that. (we's going back another day cos they gives us a freebie). SO we goes walkabouts.
So much to see - Punch and Judy shows (closed). where are the sausages? says Emmy - that's the way to do it!. Whats those fellas doing with the olde bells on their footsies and sticks in their hands. we likes sticks. But we don't like the Wessex dancers dressed as cats. GRRRRR. They is nearly dainty as usk. TIme for snackeroo mmmmm The Old Rooms in Weymouth harbour, yay we gives it 8 BONES. food goodsky and much.

The very handsome Stanley

HI there folksies. It's beeen a long time between posts, we havent been any specials. So just ot keep smiles on you faces here is pictures of our most handsome friend. Tra tra (drumroll) Stanley the Bedlington. He is so super cute that Scarlett our girl-mum scooped him upsky in the park and tried to cuddle him like a baby. Well you would, wouldn't you. It takes a lot of doing to rival us in the cute/glamour stakes but when Stanley had a haircut we knew we would have to up our game. Diamonte? Roses behind our ears? Next week we are goign to Chesil beach to look at something called fossils. Muppet said are they like squirrels? She is very excited. Will keep you posted.

A Jolly day out in Ramsgate

What a jolly day. First sign of sun and we were off to Ramsgate. We filled our bellies aplenty at Churchill's tavern. Fantastic home made burgers, and a view out of the window over Ramsgate harbour. Here we are outside the tavern, full up and ready to rock up to the beach. Look at the harbour, there was some right grand boats in there. Here is a picture of humum's mum Joanie, friend Brenda, and sister Jeanie on the self- same promanade, but in August 1950. They were off to the pavillion to Jive with the American soldiers. Naughty girls. We ran our skinnydogs legs all the ways to the beach, and we went allowed on. Bet it wern't like that in 1947 when this photo of Joanie, her dad Alf, Mum Daisy adn sister Jeanie was taken, They had a blue roan cocker spanial called Bimbo and he had just popped off to get the ice-creams in when this was taken. We visited our friend in Van Gogh's house in Ramsgate, and partook of tea. Joanie's auntie Margie still lives in the house Van Gogh stayed at in Brixton, but thats another story.