Two Crazy Cockers - Formally known as Badger Boo's Daft Adventures. When we lost Badger Boo in August 2015 my heart broke and I lost the will to blog without him. I needed a little time off but I never intended to take so much time off. I soon realised when I came back that I needed to change my blogging style, keep things more relevant and cover more subjects. So here we are ready to share everything the dogs get up too, the ups and downs since my mum's stroke, plus the odd product review
Ever since my foot got infected I's had to stay at home with Himself, no walks or rough-house games allowed. How unfair is that?
Gosh I's been one very bored pup!!!
Guess I'll just lay here then * bored sigh*
Hoomum played lots of fun mind games with treats, and I have learnt all sorts of new tricks, like finding my biscuit under a cup *easy peasy* and searching the house for various items *not always so easy* but it's not the same as getting out and about, catching up with everypawdy.
After a couple of days of my forced imprisonment, Stalker Cat decided to start tormenting me by walking along the top of my fence! *my fence NOT his* so when I rushed out to give him a piece of my mind, I got in trouble for running!
The whole time he just sat there laughing at me, and I's thinking "One day soon boyo, I'm gonna knock you off my fence, you won't be laughing then, will you? *muffled giggles behind paws*
As the days wore on, I had to find my own fun. One day Himself had to go out, and I found hoomum had left some lovely rolls of soft tissue on the bed in my room *yep I has my own room with a hooman bed in it*. They were just sitting there, asking to be played with, so of course I had to oblige, cos it would have been rude not too. So I set about doing my very own unique style of interior design.
By the time I had finished, the whole of my room and landing looked like there had been a snowstorm, but of course it wasn't as cold, and the place looked like a Wonderful Winter Wonderland.
When hoomum got home, I crept downstairs to meet her, and somehow she knew I'd been up too something, *thinking* how does she do it, she always knows?
But I don't think she was overly impressed with my efforts, as she got the loud sucky monster out of his cupboard, and let him eat it all up. I hate him, he always eats the bits on the floor, and I think he even steals any tasty morsels I may have missed after one of my regular bin raids.
Who me? I've been nowhere near the bin!
Thankfully my enforced imprisonment is now over, and I's back out and about again, and taking it very gently *yeah right* BOL