“Right” I said “I’m going to drop this prescription into the doctors and leave you tied up here behind this tree, I’ll be 1 minute tops”

“One whole minute, that’s a lifetime” Kato looked at me, I could see the forlorn realisation in her eyes that I really was about to dessert her.

“You can see me through the window” I said trying to hold back my ( Read more... )

We came out of the house just as the bin lorry appeared. The Bin Men SWAT team leapt
out and surrounded my neat row of bins.

“Not walking past scary men” said Kato turning to go back inside just as I shut the door and she bashed into it.

“SHE’S PUT TINS IN THE BURNABLE” barked Kato loudly

“I have not!” I hissed at Kato and tried to remember if I had ( Read more... )

Did Mr and Mrs Dogmatix anti-flea drops. Kato just scowls. Frodi didn’t even grumble, not one growl, not even a hissy gnash, no limbs, or digits were lost and no blood was shed. He’s come a long way.

Have got happier tails half typed of Kato and Frodi Adventures but today is an anxious day ( Read more... )

Frodi could hear the mewing as we approached the vets. His paws began to feel like lead.
“Oh good” said Human “Sounds like a lot of cats are in”

The mews began to form words “Frodi...Frodi-no-nuts.....

Human pushed the door open slowly to a waiting room full of cat carriers and boxes. The squeaky music from Psycho began to play in Frodi’s head

“Hi” ( Read more... )

Kato has a sore on her back right. It’s been there awhile and she often meddles with it. It doesn’t have the sinister passive aggressive tumour look of Frodi’s lumps but it wasn’t healing up.

Kato shivered in the vets, visibly quaking and trembling. She managed to back herself under the seats which made the seats wobble. Vet is unsure what it is, ( Read more... )

Frodi’s lumps were non-cancerous. He didn’t bite the vet or me on any of his check-ups . We still use a muzzle for very intimate rummaging. His obsession with squeaky toys was useful.I squeaked the toy at the nose end while vet got his stitches out. Frodi even sat politely in the waiting room talking to some cats and a rabbit. Dogs don’t seem to ( Read more... )

I am as rubbish as the rest of you at updating this thing - so this update will be delivered in bits. I’ve been writing it since about October and just updating it, thinking I really should post it. I didn't even break my net-silence for my annual rant about fireworks, I just rang my Mother and tutted a lot.

The Reaper - has been tapping on the ( Read more... )

So, I'm at a funny age - where the sensibilitys of adultlife are transmorphing into the free speech of eccentricity. This evening I have been mostly stamping around garden shouting "F**kers and C**ts" at the top of my voice, inbetween trying to coax the dogs out into the warzone for a much needed pee. We watched Mongrels take on 5/11 to cheer ( Read more... )

it was very quiet at Canine Feminist Collective HQ. Java was sleeping off yesterdays several miles mission accross Cannock Chase and a bit of snooter sunburn. Kato was basking in the sun,  dreaming of whooping the Dog Child Thorns little ass at Slippy next weekend. The humans were pottering about gardening and generally being pointless. And in the ( Read more... )