Wednesday, 17 May 2017


Yesterday, 16th May 2017, at around 4pm, we had to make the very difficult decision to put Sprat to sleep. I adored him, even though he lived at the Rescue he felt like part of my family. I am absolutely devastated, my heart just keeps breaking over and over.

The photo above is the last one I took of him when I visited him on Saturday 6th May.

The Rescue asked me to write a post about him on their blog, since I had fostered him twice and spent so much time with him. You can read more about him in that post, more on this blog and even more in all his posts over on Big Ears, Tiny Tales.

Binky free, Sprat.

Friday, 12 May 2017

For Delivery

"Where you figuring on posting me somewhere in this? Only I thought it might need more air holes."

"And I like to take REALLY deep breaths."

Thursday, 11 May 2017

2017 #122

What the...???!!! How is it Thursday already??!! I've completely forgotten to blog all week! How did that happen??!!

"I guess we should just be grateful you don't forget to make us dinner!"

I have a feeling I'd be reminded pretty sharpish if that happened...

Sunday, 7 May 2017

Sprat Like That

Sprat actually was pretty pleased to see me yesterday, perhaps with Bugsy still being a little sedate after her ear surgery and heavy-duty pain meds he was short of someone to talk to. I say "talk", he mostly just sat and nommed treats as I poked them into his mouf.

"Dis da treat tub?"

"OK, three more of the brown ones and then I want one of the little carrot shaped ones."

Saturday, 6 May 2017

Friday, 5 May 2017

2017 #120

Speaking of evil death-glares...

This one was about me limiting the amount of 'nana he could have. Sorry, MrB.

Thursday, 4 May 2017

2017 #119

I don't know what's worse, the direct disapproval I get from MrB from cleaning his tummy or the evil death-glare I get from Anouska after.

Wednesday, 3 May 2017

2017 #118

B: Is he being arty or does he not know he's not pointing that directly at us?
A: Patience MrB, patience. When he goes to put it in the intehwebs we'll know. We'll know from the loud swearing.

Tuesday, 2 May 2017

2017 #117

"Do you have any spare 'nana? Only, Anouska wants me to lick her head and I figure it would make it taste better."