Professor Mawson's experiment: life span of a pool ball

Dad had the good idea to get an inflatable pool ball for us to play. Mum was unconvinced of the half life of the pool ball...

So I put my lab coat and glasses on to conduct an experiment on the life span of the pool ball...

Material needed:

- A pool ball

- A minion to throw the pool ball

- A pool

- A Professor Mawson

- An external examiner (for the purpose of this experiment, I used another one of my minion)

Methodology and results:

Get the minion holding the ball to throw the ball in the pool.  Get in position to engage the chase. Splash, swim, swim...

Make contact and acquire the ball. If too inflated, round the ball in one of the pool corner and get a good grip... warning at this time a slight puncture sound might be heard and a very refreshing breeze might occur around the pup's canines...

Swim back with the pool ball to bring it back to the expectant throwing minion.

Reach back the entry point with a deflated limp pool ball, and bring back the defective pool ball to the minion... while a smug Mum looks over and says "I said so"...

Conclusion:
Within the experimental conditions tested, the life span of the pool ball was determined to be 15 seconds...

Christmas 2014

This year the minions and I had a fairly lazy Christmas. The main reason was because of my head bump, but also they had lots of work to do so the minions didn't take holidays... And then suddenly just on the 24th December something appeared in the living room! Sniff sniff, ohh that's the fake inside wee tree. Oh no sorry the inside plastic tree that I'm not allowed to use as a wee post... It's so confusing really!

After a short discussion, the minions decided to place plenty of weirdly coloured decorations on it. They usually go for a themed Christmas tree, but this year, I think the theme was "madness"!!

Ended up being quite pretty though. I kept offering my help to Mum and she repeatedly kept rejecting it... ungrateful... 

pretty Christmas tree

look there is even a dalmatian type dog,
a flamingo and a pelican!...

Now I'm pretty good with the decorations, I don't try and eat them, but I sure do like to sniff them. I like to stick my nose right on them and stare at Mum. Just gets her on the edge, just pretending that I "might" possibly want to crunch them, I don't really but I like to annoy Mum...

In the evening, I was minding my own business waiting next to the tree and Mum said that apparently one was supposed to leave milk and biscuits for "Santa" who was going to come during the night and the pups were supposed to go to bed... Sorry Santa but I drank the milk and ate the biscuit before going to sleep, just wanted to avoid you over-eating during your round really... And anyway, I was poorly so that doesn't count...

He apparently forgave me, because some present appeared overnight under the tree, yippee!!

Now, minions, can I open the presents, please, is it time to open the present?? Not yet?... And now? Is it time yet?? Please?? Is it time??...

Poor me :(

Well, buddies I have been extremely poorly! Ok I haven't really been that sick per se but one has to make it sound worse than it was. I need to milk it for all it is worth...
So you might have seen a little while ago in this blog, that I had a bit of a weird growth on my head that came and went without further explanation. Well it came back with a vengeance! Even had a big problem to shake my head when I was wet. Was not painful but very uncomfortable and bulky...

look at me bump!!

This time we went to see my nemesis: the VET guy! But I was very nicely behaved even though they  poked me about, molested me by placing "something" where one does not place "something" *sobs*. Then they decided that they needed to poke around some more later and I had to go back for a sedative the next day. They did a really dodgy shave job on my beautiful fur and sneaked a needle in my cheek... OUCH!!

After all the tests a few days later, they decided to give me a mahoosive antibiotic treatment for a nasty bug they had found in there. Been on it since and the bump is slowly reducing. I will need to go back next week to try to find out the cause of the whole mess. Some of my twitter pals got the idea it could be some giant space alien bees but got to be sure...
Don't want it to keep coming back. I have people to woe with my good looks me. Can't do it with a half tennis ball grafted on me face!

and that's how to milk it
was high on sedatives!!

I have been told that I am still handsome though... Phew...

The great storm

My woofness what weeks we are having. It is supposed to be summer, and in Oz that means a lot of sun and heat. But for a while we have had heaps of rain and crazy storms. Now, it is not too bad to have rain as Dad is happy that the grass is watered so it grows and he can keep cutting it... But I have had a bit enough now!

We have had everything but mostly lots of rain! The minions have had to empty the pool numerous times. We have even had a huge hail storm! You can see the amount of water and hail in the short video.

The hail stones were bigger than my paws!! Was the first time that I saw things like that falling from the sky. I had heard about cold stuff called snow from some of my buddies on twitter but never something like that! I tried to play with it and crunch some, but it was a bit cold on my tootsies...

nearly as big as a tea light!!

Then, on that same day it rained even more. We had more than 10 cm in the space of just 10 minutes and lots of wind. After all of the hail and the amount of water falling down, it started raining in the house too... The minions were running around like headless chickens with buckets and towels to try to contain the leaks.
I promise, it wasn't even me...

Following our amusement, mum decided that I hadn't had enough exercise in the morning, so she declared that we were going for a walk around the block.
She got all ready quickly .... So after my snooze, uh sorry I did say quickly... Well we started walking, I was sniffing a bit, a few metres in some drops started coming down. about 100m in, we were getting properly soaked. We only turned the corner of the street and Mum said we had to run back home. Which means I had to drag her bum all the way down the street. She is so slow I helped quickening things up. Dunno why she was scared to trip and be dragged through the mud...
So basically we had the shortest wettest walk ever. Then the storm started again. Winds were so strong that they pushed the stone mushroom from the front garden... Vandal!! Where am I going to wee in the morning?!?!

I think that I should definitely start building an arch, we could all move in, the girls and I can snuggle together... 

The great hunter is back!

Oh my dogness! I am going to fire my personal assisting minion. She has been so slack with my blog, I keep barking her to let me on the computer but would she listen??? Noooo....

Anyway, I got a few things to tell you but I'll start with the most important one: I love spring/summer evenings. They are great because there are lots of bunnies around with their lovely little white fluffy tails and I can show off my great hunting skills! Mum says that she is ashamed to go walking with me because I get a tad too excited even though we have been doing lots of training to calm me down. Last time she was amazed that I actually really passed a coupe of buns while walking relatively nicely on the lead after she told me to "leave it". However, I made up for it on the next one. She told me that the people in the street were going to think that she was pulling my legs off with a tweezer, all 10 of them... pfffft she always exaggerate *ahem* I was just vocalising my enthusiasm and showing off the new trick Mum & I have been working on: walking on my back legs like she does...

There is one thing that I don't like because it makes Mum sad though. Quite often on our walk in the weeks going up to Christmas, we see some bunnies of a strange colour. Not like the usual pals I try to "play" with. Mum says that they are not wild but some domestic bunnies that people let go because of the holidays. She says that her and Dad were helping the fluffs like that when they were living in the UK. I did offer to take them home but Mum looked at me with a sideway glance that made me think she didn't trust my rescuing skills... Domestic bunnies or not, they are still not coming to play with me, they might be asocial or something...

Last Wednesday, something different happened. We went for a walk on one of our usual route and suddenly a young male bush turkey ran out at us. Had lovely colours. He kept following us and was so close!! I usually don't really care about the bush turkeys because they are not exactly brainy, but this one was a little ballsy pal. I half heartedly told him to leave us alone with just a few little jumps in his direction, he was staying around less than half a metre away from me!! And he still stayed around turning his feathery bum to us and scratching dirt at us!!! Mum even got twigs on her head... I gave up pretty quickly in my hope of telling him to choof off. He followed us for more than 200m, backwards, scratching at us like an idiot!! Was fun but then he gave up and ran back with his little puffed up chest feeling all proud of himself to have chased us away... whatever mate...

Alright now I have to put my little paws on my ears because mum is having trouble put her lenses on, and she is using a language that no pup should be subjected to... I'll tell you of some more of our adventures from the past few weeks soon, promise!