Camping!

Syd has a new love in his life. It is his VW combi van. His name is Vincent Van Go. I quite like Vincent as well. Whenever his doors are open I get in because I am hoping we are going to the beach.

My favourite seat

We went on our first camping trip in Vincent recently. Of course Perry had to come too which spoiled it a bit, but the S's said it was not fair to leave him behind.


Syd and his 2 favourite things

Here is Vincent with some of his friends. All their drivers are other middle aged men having a mid-life crisis (according to Sarah). She is so rude. I think she is lucky that Syd didn't leave her at home to be honest - none of the other men had brought annoying ladies with them. It could have been a proper Lad's Weekend without her tidying up all the time and trying to make Syd drink tea out of a thermos.




How come the small fat ones gets all the room?

Anyway, we had a very fun time in Vincent. We went to Valla Beach with 100s of other vans and we drove in a parade to the beach. Perry and I (mostly me to be honest) attracted a lot of attention too - because I am so handsome and well behaved and he is so fat and not. We had to let a lot of people pat us, which was quite boring but you have to humour these people. We also had a few disagreements about who should sit on the back seat and who should sit on the floor. He wins most of the disagreements by showing his teeth, which we all think is very rude of him. Anyway Sarah did try and let me get a turn on the seat sometimes. He is too short to see out of the window anyway.


Paddling

It is true that were a bit squashed at nighttime sleeping in the van. It was very cosy indeed. Fat Perry got to sit in the front so he was ok, but I had to go in the back with the S's and I am a BIG DOG so I was not very comfy. I did not sleep much because outside there were things that needed to be barked at. That meant that no one slept much actually but someone has to stay on guard duty. Fat Perry also snores very loudly we all realized. When we got home we dogs went straight to bed, I was so tired I could barely eat my dinner. But I managed.

Birthday Fun

I know I am supposed to be telling you about Perry but today it's all about ME. It was my birthday on Friday and I was 7.




Yes I know, I am VERY handsome

 Apparently that makes me a senior dog. Sarah says I have some grey hairs round my eyes and it makes me look distinguished. I don't think it's aging that caused them, I think they appeared shortly after you know who moved in....





Anyway we had a little party, Ringo my best brother and I.


OK Ringo is quite handsome as well

Perry found out about it and invited himself too, but I did my best to ignore him. My Sarah made us all wear embarrassing hats. Ringo's Sara is not so silly she would never do that but Sarah is bossy so we had no choice. Anyway there was cake and presents, although you would not believe what someone did to my present. Look!!!!




I had not even played with that toy 

I was speechless. After he did that Syd took him away and he had to stay on his lead and think about what he'd done whilst Ringo and I had a good play.

Sara and Sarah and the Birthday Bears

Well I wasn't ready for my close up

Birthdays are OK despite the hats. And the little brothers who steal your stuff. I tried to go home in Ringo's car with him after the party but they wouldn't let me.

Welsh Terriers

I have been learning about Welsh terriers. I had to, because one came to live with us at Christmas last year. I definitely did not ask Santa for him so I am not sure how he got here. Anyway it appears he is here to stay, whether I like it or not. I dread to think what I'm getting next Christmas as I wasn't even bad last year and I got HIM....

This is Perry.

This is us waiting for toast

 He is 8 years old. He is small and FAT. Ha! It's my blog so I can say what I like! Yes it's true, he is a tubby terrier. And he has all the Welsh traits. Sarah Was Warned about the Welsh. But she always knows best and chose to ignore the wise advice of others. More on that later.

So we got Perry Monster or PM as I call him from the Sydney Dogs and Cats home. The S's thought that Fozzie needed a friend. I will say here for the record that Fozzie Did Not Need A Friend. Fozzie was just fine as he was; as an 'only dog'.



Perry is the one on the left

The Sydney Dogs and Cats home is a very good place where they take care of dogs (and cats but who  cares about them?) who need a new home.  Sarah was very excited when she saw that Perry needed  a home. She thought he was a mini-me. But that is very insulting, as HE is nothing like ME! His name was actually Berry when he came to live with us but he said he felt like a new name to go with his new home so he became Perry. Now we are thinking he probably should have had a  different name more suited to his personality.

Syd thinks he should be called Kevin. Has anyone read that book 'We need to talk about Kevin'? Well  I think Syd is right. Don't read it, it will give you nightmares.

PM was quite shy when he first arrived, and used to like sitting in his crate. But that only lasted for about 5 minutes before he started trying to take over, and RUIN my life.

That's MY cushion and those are MY toys

The Bear is Back

Hello Fozzie's Fans!


I am back. Well I have not really been anywhere. But Sarah got sidetracked for 3 years. I am a Senior Dog these days. I will be 7 next week! Actually she forgot her password and is sooooooooo incompetent there has been a lot of trouble and swearing trying to get back into the DogBlog again.


I have so much to tell you. A lot of it is bad. It involves a new addition to our family.
He is Terrier by name, but Terrorist by nature. His name is Perry Monster. Here is a little taster of the tiny terror.....ok yes he looks harmless. But just wait till you hear about him. I hope you're sitting comfortably.......then I'll begin.