Quick drunken blog tonight, been a little busy this week. Early dinner saw me able to load up Bumble and Blottie, along with their Dad, Henry and Grandmother, Millie, along with our two oldest children and head down to the river, as it was a glorious evening here in North Devon and I got a lovely bit of video footage (on my somewhat dodgy camera, that switches itself on and off , of its own free will) of Dad, Henry swimming with his daughters, Blottie and Bumble.
I have also included some footage of Blottie and Bumble following Dad and at just over four and a half months old, they are not that far off old Dad in pace. I think when they reach full maturity, they will be giving Dad a run for his money.
Bumble and Blottie are now totally crashed out on the sofa, still in the position of the photo below.
The photos below taken by our daughter Molly, show me chilling out with Henry, while I wait for the video above to load. I have some updates and some emails to answer. T'is the month of madness I feel, concerning email inquiries. Please, if you email me telling me, you have read my website and then ask me if I export pups or the price of our pups, maybe you ain't done that much reading of this website. I may not believe in Gods, but I'm a stickler for manners. Also don't ring me and then think sending me an email gains you any kudos on the waiting list front. The delete button is an option, a very easy option. The waiting list starts, when we know a bitch is pregnant and not a minute before. I play the game to get you off the phone, "Yes, send me an email", but unless you contact me when a waiting list opens, you might as well piss into the wind. Sorry, that was a little blunt, but seeing as this week I truly pissed off the Vicars Wife at the Junior School our children go to, I'm feeling a bit blase at the moment about life. When more time I will explain, but nearly apologised for my outspokenness. but thankfully I have a husband who is of high morally virtue and pulled me up by my bib and braces before I perjured myself . Lol
Now are you getting it, this is not about big business, it ain't about profit. I'm not trying to corner the market or take over the world, so no need to brown nose me or even slap on the sun screen , because I know what comes out of my arse and it ain't sunshine.
You may of guessed that I'm slightly cut to the wind writing this, but caution rarely catches the wind. Basically what I'm saying is "patience, patience and more f###ing patience" Getting in here may seem harder than getting into the Freemasonry, but you won't have to show me your breast. Lol
“The greatest pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him, and not only will he not scold you,but he will make a fool of himself, too.”
― Samuel Butler
Me (Jane) with Puddin' and Teagol, waiting patiently to flush a patch of kale, December 2019
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