Ha Ha…..Ellie & I look like these 2 sometimes xx
There will be a time; in the not too distant future, when myself (Rudy) and my partner in crime, Moody will become household names. Today, you get to be at the very start of that journey…so thank you for clicking and we hope you enjoy the adventures of Rudy & Moody as we take the greeting card, fridge magnet, keyring, t-shirt, calendar and mug industries by storm.Look our for the Rudy and Moody range in your local card store.
RUDY & MOODY
It’s been a busy old week…hence my lack of blogging. For the third time in my life, I have had to visit the vets!!!
Picked up a stomach bug (from DOG know’s where) and gave it to Ellie (Just because…..). I had to spend two days on rice……I hate rice. It turns out the rice hates me too….judging by the speed at which it came back up!
So off to the vets we went. Why he thinks he needs to shove the thermometer up my rear end is anybody’s guess (obviously one vet told another vet, then he told 2 people and they told 2 people and so forth…). It wasn’t as bad as it could have been though, at least he didn’t chop anything off this time!!!
Mum has spent the past 2 days trying to give Ellie and I medicine. First she tried dripping it onto a biscuit, so I refused to eat it. Then she tried mixing it into my drinking water (not a chance)….and finally she resorted to offering me a treat and shoving a spoonful of medicine down my throat when I unsuspectingly took the treat…..DAMN Her!!!
Anyway, feeling a lot better now and will not be accepting treats for a while
Been sick but better Jay xxxx
I am seriously worried about Mum! She has been out today and bought me a backpack……..after I’d stopped laughing and realised she expected me to put it on, I was not impressed. It fits over my back and fastens under my belly and has 2 large zipped packs on each side….I look like a damn camel!
I have absolutely no idea what she was thinking in buying this. I did some research online while she was in the shower and believe I am supposed to look like the stud of a dog below…
Trust me…if your owner gets you your own handbag to carry; you will not look like this buff chap. You will look like you usually do….WITH A BACKPACK ON!!!
I understand why humans need to carry bags around. Mum, for example fills her bag with the usual human nonsense…loose change, mini sewing kit, 1 handy wipe, a till roll worth of receipts etc etc. I, on the other hand DO NOT need a bag; as I have nothing to carry. I am not going to get hungry half way around the block and stop off for a quick bite to eat….I will not get a runny nose and have to dive into my backpack for a faithful tissue.
More to the point…the backpage is actually filled with…..wait for it…….WEIGHTS. I am not even carrying anything around in my backpack. It is a placebo backpack, conning me into thinking I am helping out poor defenceless old people by carrying their shopping, when I am in fact lugging around 5kgs of sand………
Mum is under the impression the ‘fake backpack’ will help me to walk better. I don’t know where she gets these ideas from honestly. I have left my backpack in the kitchen with Ellie…so hopefully within the next hour it will be no more….
What’s In Your Bag Jay xx
Been to visit the in-laws over the Easter Bank Holiday which was a 3 hour car trip there and back. I can’t understand why Ellie goes mental when Mum blows on her face, seeing as though she sticks her head out of the car window when Mum is driving at 60 mph. There was a dog in the house next door who looked exactly like me…I did stop for a brief chat but he seemed to have trouble understanding my Welsh accent!!
There was a huge field at the back of the house we stayed in…man it was the biggest field I have ever seen (and that’s saying something seeing as though I am from Wales – no sheep though!) Mum took Ellie and I for several walks in it and I even got to play with my ball. There was a small incident when Mum used a strange plastic ball launcher which shot my ball half way across the field. As any Border Collie owner knows, when we keep our eye on the ball…we really keep our eye on the ball. Mum whacked the launcher and I took off after it…mind focused and legs in motion. I must have ball tunnel vision, because I swear there was nothing between me and my ball when I started running….until I ran head first into a Yorkshire Terrier. He looked like he’d been shot out of his very own launcher as he shot off in the same direction as my ball (for a while I was unsure which one to chase – but I thought Mum wouldn’t be impressed if I brought a small dog back in my mouth!)
All in all it was a pretty nice trip and much better than going to that damn kennels. If we’ve been stuck in a run next to a dog with wind once, we’ve been stuck a million times. And they seem to think that because Ellie & I live together, that we want to share a bed…
Mum’s been working very hard with the photo’s she’s taken of Ellie and I.
Check out my new page to see them all…..https://dogwithblog.wordpress.com/dog-with-blog-shop/
Easter Happy Jay xxx
It’s been nearly 4 years since my very first blog post…so I thought I would re-blog the story that started it all off…….Enjoy!!
It’s Sunday night and all is well in the world…..the calm after the storm you might say! Chaos reigned for no less than 48 hours, but the tears have stopped (thank God!), the panic’s over and I’m back up there in the good books again. I mean, it wasn’t actually my fault at all! How was I to know it would cause such a commotion? So I went out for a walk by myself…big deal. It’s not exactly show stopping news now is it? A little me time, to take in the sights without Ellie shouting down my ear or having to stop and talk to people every ten minutes. Okay I’ll admit maybe, I should have mentioned to someone that I was going. It’s just that the gap in the front door was like an open invitation to me…kind of like when someone throws a ball across a field and an instinctive urge comes over you to chase it….I’m really not to blame here!
So anyway….It all happened on Friday night just after 6.00pm. I popped out the front door and took a left at the alleyway, heading down towards the side street. I did feel a bit mean walking past that odd looking black dog who always has his nose and left eye poking out from under the gate. I don’t think he gets out too much. Him and Ellie usually have a screaming match every time they see each other, but he just looked a bit forlorn as I sauntered past. Needless to say I didn’t stop to chat!
Now I should mention that at this point, I did sort of hear my Mum shouting my name from the house. I say shouted! It was actually more of a pitiful wail like someone torturing a hyena with a blunt spoon! But in my defence, she does have a tendency to over react slightly. Like the time we went for a “family” walk in the woods. Now I could tell we were going uphill at a considerable rate, but no one listens to me when I try to explain. It’s always “be quiet Jay” or “shhh, I’m trying to think Jay”…..well don’t mind me, think away! Less than an hour later we were perched on the top of a hill with a sheer drop down one side and a mass of bushes down the other. Oh yes…..they listen when they need me! “Get us down the hill Jay”, “I’ll sit on my ass and slide down while you go ahead and tackle the brambles“…gee great thinking!
Anyway..back to my evening stroll. The smell of chips urged me on so I headed towards the chip shop. I glanced back just before turning the corner. Mum must have seen me, because she was flailing her arms about like a demonic scarecrow. Who knew she could run so fast? We sometimes play a game on the beach where I run ahead and she chases me, so naturally I took that assumption…. Game On! I bolted in the opposite direction with the full force of the wind behind me (probably caused by the beef in gravy dinner!). I zoomed past two fields full of sheep. Very suspicious looking sheep I might add. I have a deep rooted sheep phobia. Highly unusual I know, but there it is. I headed down towards the bicycle track that goes across the estuary. I’ve always wanted to go down that grassy bank and onto the sand when the tides out. It was absolutely full of seagulls and swans. I’m not usually allowed, but Mum was nowhere to be seen at this point so I thought “a quick look won’t hurt”.
Wow, those birds are nasty. Now I’m quite a friendly chap and I meant no harm, I just wanted to see them up close. I walked across to a flock of them and smiled. I find it quite difficult to smile without my teeth showing, It looks more like a sinister toothy grin and I think that’s how the birds must have taken it. The next minute I’ve got one of them attached to my butt by its beak, two others flapping ferociously by my head and a third actually spitting at me. How rude! It actually seemed like quite an adventure up until that moment. But the worst was yet to come.
I finally managed to detach the demented swan from my butt with some savvy tail chasing and decided that I’d had quite enough adventure for one evening. My good intention to head back home and sneak in unnoticed was somewhat thwarted by my distinct lack of tracking abilities. Before I knew it I was stranded in the middle of a field surrounded by a million killer sheep……..okay so a million may be a bit of an exaggeration, but they were definitely killer sheep! The type that carry shovels and pick axes discretely hidden under their woolly exteriors. My fear of sheep is unmatched, especially in the breed of being a Border Collie (we are known universally as Sheep Dogs!). Needless to say I panicked……they were most definitely bleating something that resembled “Baaa Baaa Q” “Baaa Baaa Q”. I had to think on my feet, which is not easy when fear sets in. Then I had an idea, I’d seen it once on a film Mum watched. The one where that pig talks to the sheep and they do exactly what he says. Now if a pig can do it….I’m a dead cert. I stared the leader straight in the eye (he only had one!) and said “Baa Ram Ewe……Baa Ram Ewe”…… and you won’t believe this but it actually worked.
With a look of horror in their eyes they started to back off, some even turned and ran. I was home free….saved by that pig in the film. That’s when I felt a blast of hot, stinking breath rush past me. I heard him before I saw him…..the biggest, ugliest, smelliest Bull you have ever seen. I can’t remember a time when I’ve ever run that quick…..sod getting home, I just wanted to escape with my life. I didn’t look back, I just ran. And would you believe it; I ran around the corner and there she was in the distance. I’d found my Mum! The scene was like something from a B rated love film where the 2 people run in slow motion towards each other….me bounding and shouting…Mum running and waving, tears streaming down her face and the biggest smile I’d ever seen. Well, it started off as a smile…but as we got closer her face slowly contorted into that of a wild eyed maniac. Now I know that she was just beyond relieved to have found me…apparently I’d been gone for over 3 hours…who knew. She hugged me so tightly….a little to tightly to be honest. But I was found….I never really knew that I was lost.
Tired From Thinking About It Jay xxxx