Sweetie time

In the first pic here, we dogs are clamouring for sweeties offered by Mrs Silverwood. She would like to point out that the only dog actually sitting obediently in the photo is here own 'baby' Maxwell. All the rest of us are milling around trying to be at the front of the queue. In the second Max is looking in through the kitchen window at Silverwood so either he's grown very long legs in the night and can now see in, or he's hopped onto the kennel roof to get a better view. Finally one of myself and Coco mooching around the doorway of one of the Roscommon outbuildings, the one we call the Tigin Beag (wee housey).

Deefs

Refreshers, Purple Hearts and Lollipops

Heh - we like a blog with an eye-catching title line!

Mum and Dad, being public-spirited type people always buy in a tub of sweeties, or a big tin of chocs for the Trick-or-Treat kiddies who come round on Hallowe'en. These are kept up on the hall window-sill, out of the reach of marauding dogs.

But today, Dad came home to a hall floor covered in torn up, partly opened and chewed sweeties, plus a spread of wrappers through the dining room to the back door, and even a small bag of multi-coloured sweeties, still closed, at the top of the stairs.

My reputation must precede me, because when Dad texted Mum along the lines of "Oh My God! Hallowe'en sweeties all over the floor. Some chewed and opened! I wonder what Refreshers do to Westies", (see.... no names, no pack drill), she straight way replied "The Little Demon!"

Dad was prepared to spread the blame wider but the top-of-stairs one effectively counted Meggie out ( - she can't get up the stairs any more), and then what do you know, I was grassed up by my own guts. Megan and Haggis, on tonight's nice long walk, produced normal firm... um.... output, where mine came out like a yellow cow-pat. Ooops - should've poo'd in secret!

Happy Hallowe'en! (celebrations have started already!)

Deefer