Its the fall of 2008. One of my favorite walks next to the Palace. Beautiful light, and I have the towpath all to myself.
They don't like me picking up bits from the towpath but occasionally I can sneak something into my mouth without them noticing.
If I just act nonchalant, perhaps they wont notice the little snack I picked up......
Back in the house they like to groom me and make me do the 'sit up'.
Here I am sitting up on the sofa.
Its Winter now. They are back from California and the road has turned to ice
Seems I am not the only one silly enough to come out in the early morning freeze
It really is a bit chilly on the feet
Not much fun.
They remembered my favorite cold weather outfit. The 'Spoiled Rotten in Jamaica' body stocking. Its my favorite. When I see it come out I cant wait to put it on.
I spent Xmas with Zoe and Jon while my parents were sunning themselves in California
Whenever someone comes home, I bring them a shoe. Its what I do.
meanwhile, back on the frozen towpath
They keep calling me 'spoiled rotten in Molesey.'
Thanks heavens from my outfit. Makes all the difference here where its 6 degrees below freezing.
The river has frozen over
And the lock is frozen as well.
Here I am modeling the latest in post surgery bandaging. I had a grass seed removed and this is what they use nowadays instead of that ridiculous cone-head thing.
It has a taste to it that makes me not want to lick at all - and so I don't need the cone-head to stop me. Plus I can walk as normal.
Resting after a nice walk with Zoe.
'What was that you said Zoe. My parents are back tomorrow. Wow.'
Can I take my new bone back home with me?
What the dickens is going on here....... I'll bet Lenny doesn't have to put up with this stuff.
The chalet is white.....
Riverbank has turned into a picture postcard
The towpath has never looked like this before
I have got a grip on weeing in the snow now.... Its not that hard.
This is Lenny of Redondo. He is a Moodle (MalteseXPoodle). Lenny is a self regulating feeder - on dry meal, and uses a cat litter, leaving no mess. My mum keeps going on about him - as if he's some kind of super dog. She says 'He''s not a messy scavenger like you.' I'll give him super dog if he ever comes round the towpath!
