Hooray, after two weeks of part-time granddaddy time, we're up and running again and an enjoyable day was had by all.
On Sunday, I went with mummy and daddy and nanny Jan and poppa Mole on a massive trip to the other side of the world to see Uncle Alex in a place called 'Udderfield so grandad was expecting me to be a bit tired due to jetlag but I was on my bestest form. We got back to his house and nanna was still there. I checked granddads phone and it wasn't a banky holiday so I thought she must be pulling a sicky. Grandad said she was doing a swimming course again. It was nice to see her before she went but after our 'Bye byes' to nanna and Millie, grandad decided we would go shopping at Tescos. This gave me another chance to drive the big buggy thing.
We got to the car park and because grandad had me with him, he could park really close to the door in the mummy and toddler space even though he's not a mummy. He didn't want to drive around for ages looking for a grandad and toddler place so we parked here. Grandad said he often parks in these spaces even when he hasn't got me because my seat makes the Happy Police think he's got little person company. He told me not to say anything though.
Grandad carefully sat me in a big buggy on my blanket so my bum wouldn't get cold then he realised he'd forgotten the pound coin to put in the buggy chain so we could take it from all the others. Out I got and back to the car we went so he could find his penny then back we went for another go. Once again he put my blanket down to keep me warm but this seemed pointless because when he picked me out of the buggy earlier, all my clothes came up and my belly was out for all to see. Finally we got sorted and in went the penny but grandad couldn't separate the buggies. He huffed and he puffed like the big bad wolf but the buggy was having none of it. He said some of those funny words and then a little old lady who was about 85 years old, told him he'd put his penny in the buggy in front of the one we had. He looked at her as though she was stupid then realised the cap actually fitted him!!!!
At last, and just in time before the shop closed at this rate, we made our entrance to Tesco. We went to get a paper first and grandad gave it to me so I could put it in the buggy behind me. I shook the paper like a big flag and the pages all fell apart and went over the floor but I got the sports page in the buggy and that's all he reads anyway. More huffing and puffing and off we went (with a different paper) to the fruity area where we saw a big lady that knew grandad. "Hello handsome" she said. Naturally I smiled then I realised she was talking to grandad. After telling her that he glasses were in need of renewal, I told grandad we had work to do and off we went. We got lots of fruit, cheese, meaty stuff, doggy stuff and some Rice Krispies in a box of which I started to chew before we left. He let me put the stuff in the big buggy and I managed to get most of it in. Some missed and went on the floor, a bag of oranges flew straight into a woman's buggy just missing her grumpy looking baby. Grandad told me "No" but then giggled which leaves me once again totally confused as to if it was naughty or funny. Best I try that again when with mummy and daddy just to be sure. Eventually after enough time to render our purchased goods out of date, we got back home. Millie danced around like a poncy poodle as she was excited to see us and then grandad put the stuff away.
After a spot of lunch, we went for another walk with Millie and although it was a tad nippy, I didn't feel much like wearing my Davey Crockett hat for long so I kept throwing it on the floor. We saw lots of birds and grandad said they were kites but I could see they were real as there were no strings under then. I'll never be clever if he keeps telling me fibs like that. Later I helped grandad make some dinner for me, mummy and daddy. Nanna was having hers later when she got back from swimming.
That's it, back to normal and looking forward to next week already.
Catch you later
Dogg
Tuesday, 26 November 2013
Wednesday, 13 November 2013
Grandad got off really light on Monday because he only had me for a little while as daddy was around. Mummy said grandad could call it his annual leave, so its like one of those Banky Holiday things I suppose.
We did manage to read some books and draw on the table, chairs and even some paper. Grandad says the best things to write on are banana's and the bottom of your slippers, so I'll be trying that when I'm older and as its grandad's idea, I will be exempt from prosecution or a smacked bum!!!
Nanna was talking to grandad about a book called 'A Shark in the Park'. I think its a book that another little family person from Wiltshire called Dylan has got. Next week, The Three Musketeers (grandad, me and Millie) are going to look for this shark in the local park and we're going on a bear hunt too. Bears are quite hard to spot at this time of year in our park even when the leaves have fallen off the trees. As we walked up the Travellator near grandad's house, I shouted out "BIRDY" and grandad nearly pooped his pants. It was in the trees and he told me I was silly as he couldn't see the birdy at first but then he made China man's eyes and could see it. Now who's silly, grandad?? I often wonder if he's safe to follow me around at times.
On our way back from our little walk, we saw a man walking towards us. Grandad asked me who it was and after I done the squinty China man eyes, I could see it was daddy. It was lovely, I jumped up and down in my buggy and was excited to see him and he looked pretty pleased too. Millie jumped up at daddy but he went all girly as he doesn't like dirty stuff.
After a spot of lunch, daddy took me to see mummy for some more lunch - I do like this lunch thing. In the evening, I wandered around the house in a new pair of big boy pants, no nappy!! It was nice to enjoy what grandad calls 'the angle of the dangle' but I felt the need for a little poohie. Of course, normally I can drop one out without fear of actually one dropping out but today, with all that new found freedom down below, the jobby fell on the sofa. Mummy was fine with it but daddy went all funny - LOL!!!
That's about it for today, short and sweet. So until next week, au revoir.
Dogg
We did manage to read some books and draw on the table, chairs and even some paper. Grandad says the best things to write on are banana's and the bottom of your slippers, so I'll be trying that when I'm older and as its grandad's idea, I will be exempt from prosecution or a smacked bum!!!
Nanna was talking to grandad about a book called 'A Shark in the Park'. I think its a book that another little family person from Wiltshire called Dylan has got. Next week, The Three Musketeers (grandad, me and Millie) are going to look for this shark in the local park and we're going on a bear hunt too. Bears are quite hard to spot at this time of year in our park even when the leaves have fallen off the trees. As we walked up the Travellator near grandad's house, I shouted out "BIRDY" and grandad nearly pooped his pants. It was in the trees and he told me I was silly as he couldn't see the birdy at first but then he made China man's eyes and could see it. Now who's silly, grandad?? I often wonder if he's safe to follow me around at times.
On our way back from our little walk, we saw a man walking towards us. Grandad asked me who it was and after I done the squinty China man eyes, I could see it was daddy. It was lovely, I jumped up and down in my buggy and was excited to see him and he looked pretty pleased too. Millie jumped up at daddy but he went all girly as he doesn't like dirty stuff.
After a spot of lunch, daddy took me to see mummy for some more lunch - I do like this lunch thing. In the evening, I wandered around the house in a new pair of big boy pants, no nappy!! It was nice to enjoy what grandad calls 'the angle of the dangle' but I felt the need for a little poohie. Of course, normally I can drop one out without fear of actually one dropping out but today, with all that new found freedom down below, the jobby fell on the sofa. Mummy was fine with it but daddy went all funny - LOL!!!
That's about it for today, short and sweet. So until next week, au revoir.
Dogg
Tuesday, 5 November 2013
So, I hear some gadgy has won the British Scrabble Championship with words like 'bandura' which just so happens to NOT be a British word but is actually a Ukrainian lute. First of all, what the hell is a lute and secondly, Ukrainian stuff in a British Championship???
If I'd known the rules were so lapse, I'd have entered myself with the art of Logolepsy. "What?" I hear you asked. "Exactly" is my reply. See, got you stuffed already and let everyone who has to go and look that up put a pound in my pigging bank! Oh I laugh at how many will now go and look it up. Whilst you're at it, take a look at these as well because I would win the title myself with these: slatch (seaside thing), skoptsy (why?????), epiphora (linked with skoptsy I'd imagine!). What a joke!
Right then, today has been quite a bit of fun and involved a trip nearly four hours away. We went to Newbury today as grandad had to take a bit of paper to the Council Offices to prove he's not a dodgy character as part of some licence thingamajig. The lady at the office said I was cute and then went sukky over Millie who was tied up outside. After that we went walkabout in the town.
Grandad likes Newbury for some reason that I fail to understand. In our town he parks his buggy where we don't have to pay and then we walk past Next, Marks & Sparks, Pets at Home, Primate (where monkeys get their clothes) and of course, the local Council Offices. Here in sunny Newbury, he had to pay a pound to park the buggy then we walked down the road and past Next (same as ours and no doubt every other town in the Western world), Marks & Sparks, Pets at Home (which they're not if they're in the shop) and the Council Offices. I must admit we didn't see Primate but in all fairness, grandad doesn't go there anyway. He doesn't go to Next either but doesn't need to because nanna spends so much time there, they've asked her to join the Board of Directors.
Going back to the Council Offices, it appears they are inhabited by a certain type of person. Usually there seems to be a lack of any communication skills with the members of the public and there also seems to be a negotiable level of intelligence present, quite possibly a Mecca for people who failed their school exams. I noticed two people walk past us more than three times with the same bit of paper and one guy who even walked into a closed door. Whilst we found this very entertaining in our own little way, it also sends the wrong messages out to the discerning public. Comparing this with our own Council Office, there seems to be little difference. In the Council Chambers, I think all the top Council people sit down and say "Here, here" and "Mr Chairman, may I advise the honourable gentleman that his flies are undone and the cold air is doing him no favours at all......" or even "Mr Treasurer, I put it to you and the bench, that you're nothing short of a charlatan and a buffoon......." Then, after a few hours they all get up, shake hands, have a jolly good laugh, several glasses of wine and then slap another £50 on the Council Tax and fine pensioners for being old!!
On the way back grandad got lost. I'm sure he didn't really but it took twice as long to get back and I got bored stupid. The diesel bleepy thing sounded so I put my shoes on just in case we had to walk home. To distract myself from my boredom, I managed to get my arms out of my seatbelt thingy like Houdini and then quite happily leant forward so my head was nearly on the car seat. Grandad looked in his mirror and I'd gone! LOL😆!!!! He stopped the car and tried to put my arms back as they should be in the seat. Of course, I did my best to interfere with his feeble attempt, I pinched his nose and slapped his baldy napper but he did win in the end.
We got back and had our dinner and done some great drawings - on some paper rather than the wall. When grandad changed my soggy nappy, I ran off with it and threw it over the stairs. Millie promptly picked it up and then, with the speed of a greyhound on Red Bull, she ran around the house with it. Grandad won't make a very good sheepdog man as he couldn't keep Millie under control. "Come by, pheeeeeep, pheeeeeeep" he whistled as Millie ran behind the settee and out of sight.
After I had a little hibernation, me and grandad rounded up a couple of chooks (not easy after his efforts with Millie) and cooked them for tea along with some spuds which look like potatoes and the usual veg that we got from grandad's veg patch in the freezer. Whilst it was cooking, it got dark outside so grandad lit the pumpykins from the scary night. They looked quite cool in the back garden and they scared the cats off from piddling and poohing in Nanna's flowers.
Another day, another diaper......
Adios amigos
Dogg
If I'd known the rules were so lapse, I'd have entered myself with the art of Logolepsy. "What?" I hear you asked. "Exactly" is my reply. See, got you stuffed already and let everyone who has to go and look that up put a pound in my pigging bank! Oh I laugh at how many will now go and look it up. Whilst you're at it, take a look at these as well because I would win the title myself with these: slatch (seaside thing), skoptsy (why?????), epiphora (linked with skoptsy I'd imagine!). What a joke!
Right then, today has been quite a bit of fun and involved a trip nearly four hours away. We went to Newbury today as grandad had to take a bit of paper to the Council Offices to prove he's not a dodgy character as part of some licence thingamajig. The lady at the office said I was cute and then went sukky over Millie who was tied up outside. After that we went walkabout in the town.
Grandad likes Newbury for some reason that I fail to understand. In our town he parks his buggy where we don't have to pay and then we walk past Next, Marks & Sparks, Pets at Home, Primate (where monkeys get their clothes) and of course, the local Council Offices. Here in sunny Newbury, he had to pay a pound to park the buggy then we walked down the road and past Next (same as ours and no doubt every other town in the Western world), Marks & Sparks, Pets at Home (which they're not if they're in the shop) and the Council Offices. I must admit we didn't see Primate but in all fairness, grandad doesn't go there anyway. He doesn't go to Next either but doesn't need to because nanna spends so much time there, they've asked her to join the Board of Directors.
Going back to the Council Offices, it appears they are inhabited by a certain type of person. Usually there seems to be a lack of any communication skills with the members of the public and there also seems to be a negotiable level of intelligence present, quite possibly a Mecca for people who failed their school exams. I noticed two people walk past us more than three times with the same bit of paper and one guy who even walked into a closed door. Whilst we found this very entertaining in our own little way, it also sends the wrong messages out to the discerning public. Comparing this with our own Council Office, there seems to be little difference. In the Council Chambers, I think all the top Council people sit down and say "Here, here" and "Mr Chairman, may I advise the honourable gentleman that his flies are undone and the cold air is doing him no favours at all......" or even "Mr Treasurer, I put it to you and the bench, that you're nothing short of a charlatan and a buffoon......." Then, after a few hours they all get up, shake hands, have a jolly good laugh, several glasses of wine and then slap another £50 on the Council Tax and fine pensioners for being old!!
On the way back grandad got lost. I'm sure he didn't really but it took twice as long to get back and I got bored stupid. The diesel bleepy thing sounded so I put my shoes on just in case we had to walk home. To distract myself from my boredom, I managed to get my arms out of my seatbelt thingy like Houdini and then quite happily leant forward so my head was nearly on the car seat. Grandad looked in his mirror and I'd gone! LOL😆!!!! He stopped the car and tried to put my arms back as they should be in the seat. Of course, I did my best to interfere with his feeble attempt, I pinched his nose and slapped his baldy napper but he did win in the end.
We got back and had our dinner and done some great drawings - on some paper rather than the wall. When grandad changed my soggy nappy, I ran off with it and threw it over the stairs. Millie promptly picked it up and then, with the speed of a greyhound on Red Bull, she ran around the house with it. Grandad won't make a very good sheepdog man as he couldn't keep Millie under control. "Come by, pheeeeeep, pheeeeeeep" he whistled as Millie ran behind the settee and out of sight.
After I had a little hibernation, me and grandad rounded up a couple of chooks (not easy after his efforts with Millie) and cooked them for tea along with some spuds which look like potatoes and the usual veg that we got from grandad's veg patch in the freezer. Whilst it was cooking, it got dark outside so grandad lit the pumpykins from the scary night. They looked quite cool in the back garden and they scared the cats off from piddling and poohing in Nanna's flowers.
Another day, another diaper......
Adios amigos
Dogg
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