Ted here. I've been allowed a post of my own today because mum is busy making shorts and as it's her first attempt she's up to her armpits in bits of cut-up fabric, pins, chalk and lines of thread. We are sensibly keeping our heads down until the moment she realises she's stitched the leg holes together, or else made the material too small to fit anyone except Poppy (watch out Pop!), and then tears will ensue and we will be on Comforting Mum Duty, so I'm writing this quickly while I've still got time.
A strange thing happened to us today and, having discussed it with Poppy, I think it's fair to say we're not entirely sure how we feel about it, so I suggested we ask you and see what you all think.
Last night, we were curled up asleep together by the fire, keeping each other warm and cosy as we like to do....
(Dad wonders why we have three beds by the fire when a) there are only two of us and b) we always sleep on the same small bed together anyway, but Mum tells him it's proof against the time when a third dog might come and live with us :o)). Anyway, Dad came in and said something like: 'make the most of those furry coats dogs, I might not recognise you this time tomorrow.'
As you can imagine, I was immediately filled with unease, but when I woke Poppy (who never worries about anything) to tell her what Dad had said, she just giggled and told me I'd dreamt it.
However, I was pretty sure I hadn't dreamt it, and my suspicions deepened further when mum gave me a teary cuddle before bedtime and promised me that, whatever I might think, she wasn't abandoning me tomorrow or taking me somewhere else to live.
I need hardly tell you that did nothing to reassure me, especially when I over heard her telling Dad she'd told Mrs Dunning that I shake and shiver when I'm frightened. Who on earth was Mrs Dunning? I barely slept for thinking about it. Poppy slept all night. And she snored too.
This morning, I tried to hide behind Pop, but as she is smaller than me that didn't really work, so I pulled my Sad Face, hoping to put off whatever was coming, but that didn't work either.
Before we knew it we were in the boot of the car and a bottle of shampoo was put in with us.
That should have alerted me to the danger ahead but I was still busy wondering who Mrs Dunning was and I didn't notice the shampoo until it was too late.
A short drive later we arrived at a new house we didn't know and a nice lady who smelt of dogs and soap came out to see us. Mum handed over the shampoo and kissed us goodbye, but to be honest I didn't really notice because I was too busy wagging my tail and going into the nice lady's house with Pop. We didn't even look back at mum :o)
Two hours later we heard mum's car on the drive and bounced out to see her. She made lots of 'oohs' and 'ahhs' when she saw us. I had no idea why. Until, that is, we got home and I looked in the mirror.
Oh My God! WHAT has happened?????!!!!!
We look neat and tidy and all our fur has gone!
And I'm SILVER, for heavens' sake!
It took me weeks to cultivate the grubby off-yellow look and now I have to start all over again.
Pop's matting around her ears has completely gone too, and that took her weeks to build up and get just right, so she isn't very pleased either. She's so soft and silky and sweet-smelling mum keeps picking her up and kissing her. You needed disinfectant handy to kiss Pop before today :o)
The only thing to do in a situation like this is to roll quickly in the garden and then chase each other really really fast round and round the greenhouse so mum gets dizzy watching and can't catch us and give us another wash. (Can you spot Poppy in the second picture down?).
When we play this game, mum's foot is home, which means whoever has their paw on it can't be rough and tumbled....
Poppy won that round, but the wall is also supposed to be home, only Poppy never respects that and always jumps up behind me and chews my ears or the side of my face when I'm on it. It is very dangerous, but then she isn't very careful about health and safety rules generally, ans she never learns her lesson about them- like the time this winter when she walked on an ice puddle and the ice cracked and she fell right in over her nose and had to be rescued. I would have been very shaken by the whole incident, but she just shook herself and raced off into the woods. Silly creature.
Mum had to order her off the wall and explain to her why chewing my face while we were both balancing on it was a Silly Thing To Do.
Anyway, that's what's happened to us today and we want to know what you all think of our new hair cuts?
Just to even the score, mum has had one today too. She said it's to look smart for the Great Crested Newts she's going to see in the forest after dark. Silly Woman.
Got to go- the shorts are nearing the stitching together part and I need to be on paw for the inevitable moral support.....
Hope you are all well,
Love from Teddy xx