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.

School

Yes that's right. Fozzie has been sent back to school. The rumours were true and I have been having lessons, in 3 things. I liked the lady teacher she was very nice but she was very strict too. She had a lot of treats though so I paid quite close attention.
1. Not running away
Because I have done a few disappearing s in the park I now have to wear a very very long lead. This is so I can be reeled in if I wander too far or find something to eat. I am not very happy about this

2. Not barking at boys
Because I bark at random boys usually ones with scooters or skateboards or ones who run up suddenly behind me, I have to have lessons in getting used to this. I have to hang around the playground and try really hard not to woof. Even when 3 boys go past in a shopping trolley all shouting I have to NOT woof. I do not like boys they are noisy and stupid and I wish they would not come near me. But I am trying.

3. Not barking at people who walk past my porch
My teacher says I am too possessive about our front yard. This is true. Usually I have to be vigilant and guard it from invasions by Bodger, but I have extended this to barking at anyone who dares to go past our house. Especially if they are a boy or a cat. Or another dog. Or anyone really. Anyway in order to practice not doing this I must sit on the porch and stare at a treat for a long time then eat it. This is my favourite lesson. I could do it all day, so I think it will take a lot of practice to train me not to bark at all the passers by. Sarah had better get in a bulk order of my favourite treats! Haha!

Shameful

Hello Everyone

I had to think long and hard about whether I should show you these pictures. As you can see, in most of them I am refusing to look at the camera.

You might remember that Syd went to Japan recently - on a 'work trip'. Well apart from singing karaoke until 4 o'clock in the morning, the other thing he did was to go shopping. And he found this pair of 'doggy dungarees' which he thought I might like. He probably thought that I might like them because he had been out singing karaoke till 4 o'clock in the morning and his brain was tired (no person of his age should  be out until that time really). It is undignified. Like these overalls. Syd was wrong.  I do not like them. Even if they do have a special hole for my tail. I am glad I don't live in Japan, if this is what dogs there have to put up with.

Last night Sarah thought it would be 'good fun' to put me in them and for us to wait for Syd to come home and surprise him. I was quite sleepy so I was not sure what was happening at first, I thought was getting a good backscratch and so there I was, lying on my mat with my eyes closed, thinking life was not so bad, and the next thing I knew, I was wearing a romper suit. With pockets. Well. You can see for yourselves how I looked. The next door neighbour who doesn't normally even talk to us, came out of his house especially to have a look, and  he laughed at me. He said I looked like one of the 'Hitler youth'.  Thank goodness Bodger was not on his porch to see me - I would have been the laughing stock of our street.

I waited for Syd and when he came home I gave him a very stern look. He did not seem to notice, and had to re-park the car several times because he was laughing so much. I am trying to rise above the S's and their childish behaviour, and retain some semblance of my doggy dignity. I am slightly concerned though, because Easter is coming this weekend, and there could be another opportunity for them to do another dress up. Rabbit ears or the like. You know the drill.

Well they had better not try it because this time I will be ready for them. 

Where is Syd?

Here is a film of me at Kangaroo Valley in our dam after a LOT of rain. Note how I am on a lead. This is because they think I will run away and chase things. Well they are right.
Anyway I thought you would like to see me fetching a very big stick. I was looking through my photos and I was getting a bit sad because - Syd is not here.

Can somebody trim my eyebrows? I can't see.

Syd has been gone for a very long time. I have spent one week and one weekend with no Syd. It is making me a bit sad and I am thinking about him a lot. This is called moping. I have been sitting at the front door quite a lot waiting for him. But he doesn't come. I have also been sleeping in his place in the big bed upstairs (but don't tell him that).

 It is not the same without Syd. There is less food for a start because there is no cooking being done. Unacceptable. Sarah eats weird stuff when he is not here, like salad and other boring stuff that doesn't have to get cooked.

Sarah is sitting in MY place

I have been remembering some of the good times, that Syd and I have enjoyed. Dogs have good memories you know.

Here we are playing on the X Box. That is for men only.

I always need a snooze after I've beaten Syd at X box

We are just resting our eyes - we probably played X box before

Here we are having a sleep on the big chair ( I let him use it sometimes even though it clearly has my name on it).













Here we are making a BBQ. Well Syd makes the BBQ and I sit really close and sniff very hard. I refuse to wear an apron though, it's not manly.

I'll have mine medium rare please

We have swapped Sarah for someone nicer

This is me and Syd and Zoe, my favourite person to goose! And here I am with Syd enjoying a nice cold drink, this is what men like to do together. No talking. Just having a drink.

Get the beers in Dad

When are you coming home Dad? I heard that it is 'soon', but soon to me means in about 2 minutes. I am waiting for you and please don't listen to any 'tall tails' about my behaviour. I have really been a good dog and have bossed Sarah about quite well, just like you told me to.

I am the beardiest - No I am.

Unmentionables

Pack leader - that's me on the left

Well. This will be a short entry. Sarah says she can hardly bear to think about what I did. Just when she thought I couldn't get any naughtier (after the running away and the garlic bread) I have surpassed myself.  I thought that was impressive but she says not. It is to do with eating things again. But things I REALLY shouldn't eat. Noone should eat this Sarah says. Syd has been informed and he says that we should not tell anyone about it because noone will talk to me any more or come near me. Well that's fine with me I hate people coming and patting me anyway. Unless they've got treats.

I'm very sorry (not really, hahah!)

It is so bad and revolting, according to her that we cannot write it down. I did have to have my teeth brushed when I got home, and she also washed my mouth with SOAP. I don't have my own toothbrush as usually I use bones for tooth cleaning, but this was a special occasion and as Syd is away she used his toothbrush. I saw her wrapping it up and putting it in the bin afterwards.

Yes, you should beware of me

So I think I had better just let you use your imagination as to what it was that I ate. I can't tell you why I did it. Sarah thinks I am being extra naughty because Syd is away and I am trying to be pack leader. Trying? I AM pack leader. I do what I like.

I never get enough sausages that is why I have to eat unmentionables

Dog gone

Me not running away

Me and some bread that I am not allowed

I am in very BIG trouble. I was lost this week. I was out on a walk and I sort of got distracted and my nose told me to follow a really good smell so I did but I went so far that I couldn't be found which led to a PANIC. A lot of people were looking for me in the big park where I like to go, and I was spotted several times before I was found.  Yes we have seen a black and brown curly dog with his nose to the ground, people said.

Me on the trail of a good smell

When I was found I was not very pleased because I had made some new friends and I was just hanging out with them. I liked them because they were sharing their lunch with me. Well I didn't want to be rude and leave in the middle of a meal, and they had GARLIC BREAD which might be the best and tastiest snack ever invented. Anyway, once I was found the fun was over, there was no more garlic bread for me and I had to go home. Incidentally, in that same park I once found a film crew who had a special van where they were making my other favourite; bacon rolls, for the film people. Well I managed to eat 4 before I had to go home. It is just too good to be true when you find food AND people who hand it out. Workmen always share their sandwiches with me. You just have to sit patiently and look at them with you most serious face on, or head to the side pose and that usually scores you some sort of edible.

Everyone had been very worried about me whilst I was missing. I made international headlines and Syd even got a phonecall about it in London because his phone number is on my collar. So I think he is cross with me too. Sarah thought maybe I had been stolen because I am so handsome. Everyone agreed I was a very BAD and GREEDY dog. So now I am supposed to stay close and I heard a nasty rumour that a dog trainer is coming to our house to 'teach Fozzie the boundaries'. NO! I don't need any 'training'. Syd says I have to wear a GPS whatever that is. And Sarah says I have to wear a sign on my collar that says 'do not feed me'. There is NO WAY I am wearing a sign like that. I will eat it before anyone can read it.

What smell? I can't smell anything.

It was a bit smelly in our house after the garlic bread incident. Sarah opened all the windows and I had to sit in the yard till I stopped making bad smells. I didn't mind the smell actually, I went upstairs in the bedroom and did a really big bad smell just before bedtime! Haha! That will teach her to talk about dog trainers and boundaries......

Visitors

This is me waiting to goose someone

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This is me on a sofa I am not supposed to be on

We have just had a special visitor come to see us all the way from England. People are always coming over here to Australia from England because we have all the good weather and they have all the rubbish weather.

Here we are enjoying the good weather in Australia.

Anyway this lady was Zoe and I liked her. I especially liked goosing her with my nose because no matter how many times I did it, she was never expecting it! Goosing is a new hobby of mine. I am just the right height for it, and when your nose is long like mine it's just too tempting. The best is to wait until the victim has come out of the bathroom when they are half asleep then you sneak up and give a quick poke.  So much fun!  Also I liked going in her room and taking her things away when she was not looking.

Zoe in Sydney

NZ wine is the best but we will drink anything

Another lady came for one of the days and she was Julia. Zoe, Julia and Sarah have not seen each other all together in the same place for 15 years, since they went to University. That is a very long time ago, because they are very old. They were very excited to see each other and of course when ladies are excited they are screechy. Syd and I put up with it and didn't say much, as it's only once every 15 years they get together. But I could tell his ears were hurting a bit, like mine.

is it time to go home yet?

Sophisticated ladies

Apparently this is dancing

Here they are doing what old ladies like to do when they get together. No not knitting. Drinking. And dancing!! I am glad I didn't have to go, look how patient Syd is being.....

One beady eye on the door waiting for old people to come home

They stayed out very late, and I stayed at home and looked after the house. I don't like it when people get silly. I am not a party dog. I often slink off to my bed at the first sign of any festivities, like loud music, corks popping or ladies voices getting screechy and I don't come back till everyone has calmed down. Zoe has gone home now, but more visitors are coming soon. I think it's the old people. Visitors are OK but they sit about talking about jetlag too much and how much sleep they have had or haven't had.  Yawn.  Listening to that sends me right off to sleep.