I have been working like a crazy mad woman since being in the UK.Â During theÂ past week, I have workedÂ six 14-18 hour days – but at least I gave myself Saturday off.Â Wuh hoo. With all this work going on, I haven’t been able to get out and about much, which means no nice, interesting posts of my sightseeing exploits for my blog readers. Boo.
So, I thought I’d throw you a bone and post a little eye candy to tide you over.Â No, it’s not George Clooney nekked.Â I did have a rather interesting dream about Brad Pitt last night… but that’s another story.Â Move aside RPattz, there’s a new boy in town.
Meet Indy. He’s my new squeeze here in ol’ blighty. Well, technically he’s not mine at all – he belongs to my brother’s family.Â But who can resist his cute puppy face?Â This dog is so goofy that you can’t help but smile when you see him. His tongue lolls to the side of his mouth as he bounces up to greet you. And he has limitless amounts of energy.Â He runs all over my brother’s farm (attracting dirt and grime as he goes), catches all the rabbits and brings them back home as presents for his owners.
Indy is not the only cutie-pie in the family.Â Meet Buckley.
Buckley is Indy’s “brother from another mother”. He is the complete opposite of Indy.Â Cool. Calm.Â Collected.Â CLEAN. He is the perfect snuggle-up-and-cuddle type dog. And will give you as many kisses as you desire.Â Even ones you don’t.
Meet Freddy, my grandparents’ dual-personality canine.Â This Jack Russell is the most loving dog INSIDE the house.Â But when my Gramps takes him out on walkies, he’ll try to bite anything that moves.Â Seriously.Â Not just stray legs or hands – I’m talking movingÂ vehicles.
So this poor little fella has to wear a muzzle when he’s out and about on the town. He couldn’t be any more different in his home environment – even when strangers come in the house, he is happy to to cuddle, have the prerequisite sniff and then hunker back down in his bed. He even has his own blanket that he covers himself with.
It’s not all boys around here.Â Meet Mollie, my mum’s partially-deaf (and totally daft) dog.
Mollie is the grandmother of our UK canine family.Â She is getting on in years, so it is not surprising that she is partially deaf, sleeps like a rockÂ and snores like a freight train. Kinda like me – except the getting old part.
At least I have these bow wows to keep me company while I’m away from my own canine family.Â Oh, and Rick. He’s my dawg.