Merry Christmas from Tilly and friends

Thanksgiving

This warm weather's pretty cool ya know.  Yesterday was Thanksgiving and my old fella painted the house, well, bits of it anyway.  I got to sit out and watch while my old lady brought drinks out and pointed, saying 'you've missed a bit,' you know, like old ladies do.

So then I had to sit pretty while she took gazzilion photos of me on this old driftwood bench.  I did get a cookie after, so it wasn't all bad.

Then she broke the news, not to me mind you, I overheard her on the phone, 'Tilly's going to school at the end of the month,' she said - now what's that all about then I wonder - are they sending me away?

Name Change?

I've been doing a lot of thinking these past few days. I was only here in my new home for two weeks and suddenly we are off to the airport again, and then after lots of kisses and cuddles my old lady went away.  I was devastated.

But then my old fella turned out to be the loveliest of guys, let me do absolutely anything I wanted, stay up all night if I liked, wrestled with Bentley until my mouth was full of fur, ate everyone else's dinner and my own too. And then whammo - my old lady's back from her two weeks away and things have changed around here already. I thought I'd got it good with my old fella twisted right around my little paw but she's putting a stop to all that pampering.

My old lady keeps yelling STOPPIT, so I reckon that's my name  now.  It's great to have her back though, I thought she'd gone for good.

A Bizzy Week

Well, I’ve just about been run off my bizzy little paw-pads.  Last Sunday we had a trip out and I met more doggies: Angel and Summertime, out at the lake. They were pretty friendly. My old fella wanted to let me off the leash for a run, by my ole lady, cautious as ever, said it was too soon.  Too soon? What’s that supposed to mean?

Anyway, she took loads of photos and boy was I tired when we got home.

Have you seen my shade tent?  Isn’t that great? My old lady says they were on sale. My old fellas says I’m spoiled. But they were both grinning, so I take that as all good.

Bentley is my buddy. We have a great time wrestling but I’m getting mouths full of fluff as he is quite a hairy beast. 

Was that him or me?

Um Billy Kill

My ole lady cracks me up, she really does. For the past three days we’ve been doing what she calls um-billy-kill - well something like that anyway. She’s had my leash tethered to her belt which means everywhere she goes, I go too. I so didn’t want to do laundry today, but loading the dishwasher was super yummy.

Then of course that miserable guy Dyson came on the scene. I’d been having such a great time nosing through crumbs and fluffy corners - he had to go and spoil the day.

Ho hum. Bentley’s become a great chum though and he’s taught me to bark.  Bark. Bark. There, did ya hear me?

What a Difference a Week Makes

My goodness, what  week I've had.  I've been pronounced brilliant, at least I think that's what my old lady said, something about putting my name down for uni.  She's  quite a card really, always laughing and joking, but then I get to cuddle into her neck and she sings to me (I haven't the heart to tell her she's tuneless.)

Last night I went to a party. Honestly. The great Johnny Lake was playing and my old lady worried my delicate little lug holes might suffer from the loud rock music, so we came home early and I walked all the way, in the dark. It was good though, my old fella (who's such a fab guy) held the flashlight and I chased this other little shadow doggy all the way home.

And so today we are having an at home day, that's what she said as she gave me a carrot!  A CARROT?  What does she think I am, a donkey?  Still, a gal's gotta take whatever comes along, ain't she?

Happy Landings

After a great slumber party at Alex's where I could sniff the Indian Take Out - but that's all, it was off to MacDonalds for breakfast and then to the airport for a ride in a big plane.  I had to travel inside that dreadful pink thing - how humiliating was that? This is a picture of me with my new Mom just before we said goodbye to lovely Alex.

 After that it was loads of fun. I christened the front lawn of Hamiliton International Airport (well, a gal's gotta do, what a gal's gotta do, right?).

Then I watched all the comings and goings and had conversations with loads of folks who thought I was a Jack Russell!!!!!! Starting with the nice gal at WestJet, a large hairy brown dog who was going to New York, a woman at Tim Horton's called Susan (same name as my new Mom), and an interesting lady from New Brunswick.

So - I'm now in Nova Scotia in my new home and I've almost succeeded in biting the head off that dreadful pink elephant in between snuggles with my new Dad, playing the bottle game with big brother Bentley and finding the best peeing spots with Aunty Nelly. My new Mom keeps singing a song about that, but she can't sing so I cover my ears. She tells me I've landed on my feet. I guess...