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Exterminate... exterminate...

Bailey meets her first wasp.

Wasp comes off worst.

Poor wasp.

Something she ate?

As you would expect, at seven months Bailey is 100% house-trained. Or was until last night, when she deposited a steaming heap of soft poo on my study floor (where she sleeps). Somehow, she managed to avoid the rug, for which I should be thankful.

I don't know what's thrown her timing out of kilter but today's she steadfastly refused to poo since breakfast time,  despite four walks and 45 minutes of training in her pupppy class. Me, I'm wet and cold at 11pm after yet another walk, and fearful of a repeat performance. Perhaps we'll just sit up with her until she finally performs (we being me and a bottle of malt).

Warning: image may offend so click with discretion . It certainly offended me at 7.30am.

UPDATE: 00.40 and I'm still here trying to prise some action from the mutt

Dog meets frog

Oddly, on the way to school this morning, we spotted a frog on the pavement. Bailey was naturally fascinated. I did wonder if she'd swallow it in a single gulp as she does with standard roadkill fare - old chips, crisp bags, sweet wrappers, chewing gum - but I took a gamble on her gentle nature and let her have sniff.

The frog covered its eyes during the encounter (do they always do that??) but came out of it ok.

PowerDog

Bailey ate two-thirds of a PowerBar today. That's about a gazillion calories and a major caffeine hit. I wish she hadn't but she did. She found it in my bike stuff in the shed.

I expected her to a) run around chasing her tail for 24 hours or b) vomit, but right now she's crashed contentedly on the floor. We'll see what transpires...

Caption competition

Can you think of a witty caption for this photo of Bailey? Leave it in the comments and win a bucket of drool the dog.

Given this blog's rather, er, light traffic, your chances have to be good.

Ugh

Right, that's it. She's going back. Bailey's started to drool.

She's not as bad as this mutt, mind. Yet.

Wet

So very, very wet.

Cuteness

What's to say?

Posers

Our friend Iain McLean took a bunch of photos of the family recently for Hello magazine just for the fun of it.  Obviously I'm not going to post any pic with Mrs M or myself in it here - she'd kill me - but here's one of Bailey and the boys on the ubiquitous green beanbag .

 

If you need a snapper, contact Iain here: www.iainmclean.com

Cone head

 
   

This cone thing sucks.

Two days on, Bailey is beginning to lick her wound and stitches. It's fine during the day because I'm with her all the time and can stop her. But at night, we feel compelled to stick the plastic cone on ther head lest she pulls out the stitches and does herself some serious damage.

But it's ludicrous. She can't navigate without crashing into everything. Surely there's a better way? Maybe a muzzle?