They've even found new pets!

See told you I was badly looked after... Not only do they spend all of their time doing some gardening, which between you and me, is just a fake excuse to tease me and have fun doing some digging that they always forbid me to do.... Well now they are even playing with new pets in the house!! 

I thought that the hens were largely annoying enough, at least they are at the front of the house... But no!! The minions are now playing with the spiders in MY backyard and on MY patio. I am not even allowed to play along. Always sent away! Poor me. Mum keeps dancing and using little cans that spray smelly stuff. I am not sure how fun those new guys are because they don't seem to have a lot of stamina. They appear to always take very long naps together after playing with the minions. Think they are very bored easily those weird new pets...

So badly looked after...

Look at what the minions got busy doing instead of playing with me during their time off! This is unacceptable!! Took them ages and apparently that's not even finished. They kept going out and leaving me in the house...
I think I will have to report them for abandon. As if two daily outings and play and swimming in the pool 6 times per day and the meaningless other entertainment they offer me was enough... I am abused, I tell you all... abused!!!

the vertical garden

the staghorn

some hanging greeny things

I tried to help with the gardening but as per usual, got told to leave... ungrateful minions...

me helping to remove the offcuts...

What was she thinking!!!

So as I said the minions stayed at home and had a quite Christmas. Mum made us a roast duck with a bit of orange twist and some lovely roasted vegetables and steamed greens. Also had yummy custard and pudding. I thought we would share the duck roast but Mum only placed two plates on the table! How rude, where is poor Daddy going to eat? Uh what? Dad and Mum are eating on the table and not me? WHAT??? *sulk*

told him not to stay too long in the sun...

Apparently, I was supposed to go and eat my Christmas dinner on my mat. Didn't even have roasted vegetables with duck juices...

Christmas lunch

And then they opened the presents. Mum had a surprise for Dad... And oh my dog... She got him some bongo drums! What the?!?! And now all he does is looking at you tube and bang on his little piece of stretched rawhide... Doesn't even play and throw the ball for me. I think I'll have to nibble at the rawhide one of these days...

Daaaaad! My ball is at your feet!

Pfffft, enough with the bongos already...

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??...