I was trying to get a photo of Hazel 'killing' her stuffed pheasant. which she does fairly regularly. It is exactly what you would expect; jaws around the neck and shake. Of the options I liked this the best because she's got teh crazy eye going on. Hehe.
Wednesday, 21 October 2009
Monday, 19 October 2009
207/365
I can see what she is thinking here:
Right, I am holding the leash thing, that means I get to decide where we go, right? Open door now.
205/365
Hazel was sick the other day without having eaten any fox poo, which lead me to make the executive decision that she didn't need to wear the muzzle anymore because that wasn't what was making her sick.
She was pleased.
204b/365
We have been staying up far to late lately. I blame Adi. He keeps keeping us playing games with him online until ungodly hours. He needs to get hisself a job ;) Anyway, chair snoozing photo as a bonus!
204/365
Hazel is a smart little monkey. She watched the plasterer go over a dodgy bit of the fence and followed him. Got a knock at the door and it was Gary the plasterer with teh squirming puppy in his hands :O So for the time being until funds are replenished and we can get the fence 100%, we are having to take Hazel out on her lead.