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(almost) Wordless Wednesday

Bertie: Do you realise you have something on your face?

Oliver: Do I?

Bertie: How can you not know?  I call you Velcro, the Leaf Face Boy.

we heart getting haircuts

Bertie: Haircut time!

Oliver: I sooooo need one. Look how shaggy I am, and it's, like, 35 degrees all the time right now - Summer is hotties!

Bertie: Doing my happy dance! Boing boing!

Oliver: It's more like kangaroo hops. BTW, I'm getting clipped first.

(almost) Wordless Wednesday

Oliver: You're in my shot!

Bertie: Haha! I steal the limelight!

Oliver: they call that a photo bomb AND you're all blurry. I wouldn't be so pleased if I was you.

Bertie: But I stopped the photo being all about you, so nothing else matters.

 

Computer access restored

Bertie: Do you want to tell everyone why we haven't been blogging, or shall I?

Oliver: I don't know what you mean.

Bertie: We got banned and it was all your fault!

Oliver: I think it was a bit of an over-reaction, myself.

Bertie: Those shoes were brand new. Worn once. And you killed them.

Oliver: I didn't know it would lead to no computer access. I haven't been able to read my blogs!

Bertie: So will ever eat another shoe again?

Oliver: I can't promise I won't. But I'll try.

Bertie: Next time you're on your own in Punishment Land.

(almost) Wordless Wednesday

Oliver: Now Christmas is safely over I can share this. BTW: Santa put me on stand-by. Maybe next year.

 

I'm the Birthday Boy!

Oliver: It's mah birfday! It's mah birfday! It's mah birfday!

I'm a christmas baby! And I'm four. Still younger and prettier than someone else I know.

Merry Christmas and a woofy new year

Bertie: May Santa Paws bring everyone just what they wanted for Xmas.

Oliver: Especially me!

Bertie: He doesn't just visit you, you know!

Oliver: But he likes me best. I want a bone, and some cookies, and some alternate cookies, and a ball, and a soft toy, and my own feather doona, and some different cookies to the 1st and 2nd piles of cookies, and some turkey mince.

Bertie: Is that all?

Oliver: Did I mention the cookies? Yep, I'm good.

Bertie: You do realize he only comes to puppies who have been good all year...

Oliver: Uh oh!

 
 

(almost)wordless Wednesday

Oliver: One bone is never enough. My tip: stockpile. Especially when Sasha is over.

(almost) wordless wednesday

Oliver: I'm thinking of becoming an artist. Maybe specialising  in installation art. For my first piece, I give you -

Title: Shoes and Milk Carton.

Location: Main Bedroom floor.

Price: Four Cookies.

I'm hoping for a sell out exhibition.

Furry birthday

Bertie: It's mah birthday! It's mah birthday! And I am 5!

Cue glamorous shot!