tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82232761468008357512011-09-17T16:28:54.082+01:00One Airedale. That's all it takes. She hits the settled lives of two humans and two cats with the full force of an asteroid impact.Mojohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14218238861281333072noreply@blogger.comBlogger801100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223276146800835751.post-6636559772748828532008-04-26T18:04:00.010+01:002008-04-27T10:03:51.912+01:00

I have a new enemy and he lives next door.I first spotted him when dad went round to the neighbours to discuss onions. He and Tim, our neighbour, wandered down the garden to his vegetable patch, and that's when I saw him.He was lurking under a tree, looking suspicious. I knew instantly that he was up to no good. So I rushed over and started barking at him for all I was worth. But it had no effect

Mojohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14218238861281333072noreply@blogger.com39tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223276146800835751.post-4656092745736760352008-04-26T13:52:00.003+01:002008-04-26T13:58:03.366+01:00

Get your best collar on, girl. I'm on my way home. I set off tomorrow (Adelaide time) and arrive on Monday morning (British time). Lucky me gets sent home in business class because I need to have my foot up, and apparently I'll have a little army of people to push me round different airports and push my bags too. I even get a special car to drive me from the airport to my front door. It almost

Mojohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14218238861281333072noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223276146800835751.post-60178371911039103412008-04-19T11:25:00.002+01:002008-04-19T11:44:41.665+01:00

Happy birthday little pupgirl! I wish I was there to give you a proper birthday cuddle, but I'm way over the other side of the world. Sorry, my little fuzzbutt.Still, Dad seems to be keeping things fun at your end. In fact, I have a sneaky suspicion you two are having more fun without me than when I am there. I know dad says he's tearing his hair out over your demanding ways, but we all know

Mojohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14218238861281333072noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223276146800835751.post-76910197876212560112008-04-19T10:17:00.002+01:002008-04-19T10:19:40.620+01:00

Hey, guess what.... It's my birthday. I had no idea, but dad came downstairs this morning singing happy birthday (don't ask about his singing, just don't ask). He says I was born a year ago today.He also said I'm a big girl now and have to start acting all mature and sensible. Ha ha! That's not the dale way of doing things, now is it?He's promised to take me on a great walk, although it's raining

Mojohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14218238861281333072noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223276146800835751.post-73724081035429617282008-04-18T11:15:00.004+01:002008-04-18T15:10:25.340+01:00

I guess most of you have heard about my poor mum, breaking her ankle while on her trip to Australia. I told her she shouldn't go anywhere without me. Jetting off on her own like that, off the lead and everything. I should have kept her under closer control.Now it looks like she won't be able to go walkies with me for weeks and weeks. It's not fair.So, mum, if you see this, I hope your paw isn't

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Girl, you're having so much fun! Glad to see you have got Dad firmly under control and extending his creativity with all those photos. Hilarious! I'm most disturbed by the one where you are just a double head on the floor with no body. Eeeeewwww! I hear you are keeping Dad active and making sure he attends to your every need. And that you have also come into season big-time so he has to keep you

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Dad: "Mojo, I thought we weren't going to mention the new laptop."Mojo: "?" (tilts head to one side and furrows brow).Dad: "You know, it's a need-to-know basis and all that."Mojo: "Well she was going to find out sometime. Besides, I thought you said it's an essential business tool, an 'investment in your personal productivity.' Huh?"Dad: "Yes, but....I wasn't going to mention it just yet."Mojo: "

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In comments on a previous post, Stanley asked if there's a camera still at my house, 'cos dad hasn't been posting many photos. (Mum's away on a trip).Well, there is a camera, but the truth is that dad doesn't know one end of it from the other. He's completely clueless.But there is another camera which he does know how to use and that's the one built into his computer. It's nothing fancy but it

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Mum here, sitting in an internet cafe in Alice Springs. How's my pup? Missing you like crazy, girl (and Dad too, but don't tell him).I've been keeping my eyes out for other 'Dales, but so far have seen very few dogs. I think you would find it a bit too hot for your fuzzy coat here, and the sand would get a bit hot on your oh-so-sensitive paws. I did meet a proper crocodile up in Kakadu National

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Great news for the summer: I'm going to be able to blog from the garden. Dad can type for me using the new laptop connected wirelessly to my blog using his new woofi network.Or at least, I think that's what he called it.I'm not certain why it's called a "woofi" network. At first I thought it was in my honour. But no one calls me "woofi" except my grandad. And mum says that's 'cos he's forgetful

Mojohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14218238861281333072noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223276146800835751.post-52564204634837183352008-03-25T16:24:00.008Z2008-03-25T16:57:43.419Z

I miss my mum. She's gone away for five whole weeks and I really, really miss her. It's only been a couple of days. She won't be back for ages! The house just seems so quiet without her. I'm doing a lot of barking at the moment, just to fill the silence. Dad joins in too, although sometimes it sounds like he's shouting at me. That can't be the case, though. I mean, why would he? Dad's been

Mojohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14218238861281333072noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223276146800835751.post-65456568853205019082008-03-19T11:47:00.002Z2008-03-19T11:51:02.250Z

Next time your humans accuse you of shedding too much hair, tell them read this and get busy:http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/tyne/7304452.stmI wonder if that much of my hair will still be on the carpet 12 years after I die?

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I'd rather be telling you how pleased I am to be lounging on Mum & Dad's bed. And I'd rather you took a moment to admire my special bedhead moustache.But instead you get my OH MY DOG face.Mum just told me something she's known for ages. She's off to Australia for 5 weeks, and she's going on Friday. This is terrible!Who's going to give me those shoulder massages that send me all droopy? Who's

Mojohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14218238861281333072noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223276146800835751.post-78955695246734180452008-03-17T18:01:00.005Z2008-03-17T18:12:28.893Z

Winter can be so dreary.But I'm always a bag of laughs.Especially when we get a bit of sunshine and a mad run around. Very rarely, I get worn out:But usually I just keep running and running.Sometimes I have fat legs.And sometimes I have thin legs.But I'm always pack leader.

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A few minutes ago the conversation went like this:Mum: Wow, there's a sparrowhawk sitting on the garden fence.Mojo: Wow, Mum is eating a chicken and ham slice.Mum: (grabbing camera) If I get to the other window I might be able to catch a photo.Mojo: (grabbing pie) Mmmm nom nom nomMum: NO! BAD GIRL!Mojo: Why don't you swap out the 70mm lens for the 300mm one?Mum: Good idea.Mojo: nom nom nomMum: OY

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Here's how to do a walk properly....If you see mud, get in quickLower yourself in and feel the coolness on your bellyExperiment with different consistencies of puddleThen stink the car out on the way home

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Oh dear. I haven't posted since Boxing Day which is RIDICULOUS. So many of you have sent me messages to ask how I am, which has been most wonderful. I feel like I should have some kind of sensible explanation but all I can do is blame Mum. First we had relatives to stay, then she came down with some bug that laid her out, then she went back to work. Next thing I knew, I hadn't been visiting

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Best wishes to you all, whether you celebrate Christmas or not. I hope you all have been well, happy and surrounded by warm hearts.Here in Mojo Towers things were a bit quiet. Both sets of grandparents are visiting soon but not on Christmas Day, my Dad's brother lives in Canada and my Mum's brother lives in Australia. So we decided to have fun with just us.Things started great - while Mum and Dad

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Dad is still going on about his iPod.I know I was wrong to munch it. I know it was expensive. But hey!!! Get over it already! I've tried to point out that it was his fault for leaving it within reach, but that went down like a lead balloon.It's not that he's being horrible to me or anything - he's the same pushover for a goofy face as he ever was. It's just that he manages to mention it in so

Mojohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14218238861281333072noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223276146800835751.post-29941058351786354362007-12-15T12:51:00.000Z2007-12-15T13:07:23.310Z

My dad has been wanting to do a guest post on my blog for a while. Today I thought I had no choice but to give him what he wants. As you will see, I owe him.Mojo ate my iPodToday I'd like to discuss the thorny topic of Airedales and expensive electronic gadgets.It appears to me, the two don't mix.Not at all. In fact, Mojo and I are experiencing something of a strained relationship at the moment.

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Gosh I've been far too quiet for far too long. Many thanks to my wonderful friends who worried where I had disappeared to.It's all Mum's fault as usual. First she got sidetracked sorting out photos to submit to an exhibition (if you want to take a peek, they are on her Flickr site). Then the weather went foul - 70 mph winds - and she wouldn't bring the camera out with us. Then she went and got a

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Rivers and open spaces are heaven to a dog.(Mum here: never realised I had such a weird voice when talking to Mojo. Ho hum)Strange walk, this one. On the way out, we saw virtually no-one. Oh, apart from one big black labrador who came out of nowhere, wrestled me to the ground, peed up a tussock of grass then ran off again into the distance. Kind of like an alien visitation. On the way back,

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How does that song go again? "Never smile at a crocodile.."These are some of my baby teeth. The premolar (left) and incisor (right) were never the real problem. It was those lovely canines of mine that caused the most woe. They may not look sharp when the camera gets close-up, but they punctured plenty of skin in their day.My classic move, which started at about 8 weeks and went on until... well.

Mojohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14218238861281333072noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223276146800835751.post-5090067955434851052007-11-25T13:00:00.001Z2007-11-25T13:08:57.303Z

This is my bored faceThis is my sleeping faceThis is my 'sorrow for sausages' face, so called because I pull the miserable pup routine if I think it'll get me sausage treats.And this is my cutie pupgirl face.

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Last week a whole new adventure was revealed to me: bicycles.I've seen loads, of course, as I live right on the canal and the towpath doubles up as a cycleroute as well. This time things got more fun for me. Mum dusted off her Brompton, a folding bike. It took me about five seconds to realise that life was going to be fun.She looks pretty silly perched on this thing with little wheels, but boy is

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Happy first birthday to my handsome friend, Mitch. Wish I could be there to properly snuffle your ear and chase you round the garden.Mum here: She's got such a crush on him. I had the camera in my hand, said Mitch's name and this was the expression she pulled. And yes, the rose was added later - if I gave her a real one it would be an ex-rose very quickly.

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Finally we have video. Mum installed a firewire card in her computer this morning so at last we can get video off the camera. She didn't blow the house up so she must have done it right.Both these videos were shot in the gloom so they are not exactly high quality, but they make us laugh.The first one is me larking around like a silly idiot with a piece of rawhide chew. I nearly poleaxed Mum

Mojohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14218238861281333072noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223276146800835751.post-30305701406608529172007-11-20T17:34:00.001Z2007-11-20T17:49:45.816Z

Some bright spark said that Airedales don't shed. After yesterday I need to set the record straight.You see, Dad had a potential client come to see him, and most unusually they decided to drop in on him at home. This meant that Mum had a lot of tidying up to do. As the day wore on, it became more and more apparent that I have haired this house good and proper.Maybe I don't shed that much, but I

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Some angels are hairy.I guess you'll just have to take my word for it.The last few days have been great. First up, Ferndoggle of Jackman Avenue nominated me for Post of the Month at Dogs With Blogs! It's a pretty amazing feeling when someone else finds the stuff you write fun. I mean, I enjoy myself hugely, but I don't expect others to! Aroooo! Big Aire-kisses to Ferndoggle! Actually, its great

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I'm loving autumn.Especially this kind of fun:But I got a bit spooked when I met this tree:

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Mum here...I love the images that come up on this site. They have a widget that supplies a thumbnail of their Photo of the Day which I have added to Mojo's sidebar. It has nothing whatsoever to do with Dales, but these photos are so beautiful they brighten my day. And I thought you might like to share them too.Check out the sidebar for a peek. Of course, those of you using an RSS feed won't see

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Dear Mystery FriendThank you so much for the present you left me this morning. It was incredibly thoughtful of you. Imagine my delight whilst having my usual morning shuffle down the lawn to discover half a fresh rabbit waiting for me!I don't mind in the least that you had the head, and indeed, most of the flesh too. I found more than enough interest in the skin, bone and remaining flesh to pass

Mojohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14218238861281333072noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223276146800835751.post-70064295087550240102007-11-12T22:07:00.001Z2007-11-12T22:16:06.205Z

Another glorious sunny morning, so we went right down the bottom of the garden. First up, stand on the heap and stare at the sheep.It's a wildlife pond, right? And I'm a wild child.Next up, diggerdog. Whilst making foolish grunty grumbles, naturally.Run about a bit.Roach under the apple trees.Initiate tuck-butt-run boosters.Where'd I go?Ahoy, me hearties!Wish you were here!

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We dropped by Jackson the other day to see how he's getting on. He's in the thick of health issues at the moment as you know, and having to deal with the ignomony of being poked and prodded and shaved in ways that do not befit his station in life as Dude with Dignity.And not only that, he's morphed into Val Doonican.Now, I'm only a wee nipper - not even seven months old yet - so I don't have

Mojohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14218238861281333072noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223276146800835751.post-64070286323290710202007-11-09T13:09:00.000Z2007-11-09T13:15:16.598Z

It's sunny. I've been in the canal. And what's that? A swan feather??GIMME!!!!Oh happy day!

Mojohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14218238861281333072noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223276146800835751.post-81121276510985350472007-11-08T11:16:00.001Z2007-11-08T11:39:06.881Z

I love my Kong.It loves me.I give it lots of kisses.I get this special dome-headed, zipped-up-eyes look of concentrated ecstasy.The Kong is Mum's secret weapon. When I've been hyper for too long, harrassed the cats, annihilated a couple of cardboard boxes, knocked over Mum's beer bottle, tried to sneak some of Dad's dinner, barked at my imaginary friend, done enough training to be bored of it,

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ahem...It's never a good sign when the cat puts it's hand up. It can only spell trouble.It has been (ouch) brought to my attention (ow, stop that) that my blog is missing something. Two things in fact.The cats.Until now I have been loathe to mention them because, basically, they are small, furry and run which means that I am universally declared to be a headache. But I suppose I ought to admit to

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Everyone says November is cold and wet, but here we are basking in the most glorious, warm, sunny days. Mum took me for a big walk up the canal towpath to see if she could wear me out a bit. Apparently I have been a bit pesky of late.I don't think I'm pesky. I just think Mum is stoooopid. I mean, why is she pointing the camera at me when we should be going going going?On Sunday we took a walk

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At last I've got Mum to pull her finger out and sort out the photos from the Airedale Club walk. That was two weeks ago!! So it is kind of old news, but thought you might like to see some of them.This was another outing with WESWATC (West of England and South Wales Airedale Terrier Club). A lovely lady called Jackie sorted out a route along the River Parrett in the Somerset Levels, from Langport

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I'm ready for the big birthday halloween party in Salem.See you there to celebrate the barkdays of Koobus, Amber-Mae, Lola, Lorenza, Precious and Dewey.Is this where I get to do a Harry Potter and drink lots of pumpkin juice?ps I think I look really scary but my dad says my nose still looks cute. I think I'll have to punish him.

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My parents keep saying that they wanted a dog to share their walks but so far, because I'm a young pup, they haven't really taken me on a big one. Last week, though, it was Dad's birthday and a glorious warm sunny day - quite exceptional for this time of year - so off we went.We went to a village called Lustleigh Cleave on the edge of Dartmoor. It's a very chocolate-box village, and the walk is

Mojohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14218238861281333072noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223276146800835751.post-12208038835030342002007-10-19T15:52:00.000+01:002007-10-19T16:03:33.765+01:00

Mum is getting behind with posts again. I'm going to sack her soon for being totally incompetent.Back on Sunday we went out with a whole load of Airedales - about twenty! - and their humans for a walk. But mummy is being too slow at sorting the photos so I can't post anything yet.Meanwhile, it was Dad's birthday this week. So Mum made him a card featuring two of his favourite things, Liverpool

Mojohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14218238861281333072noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223276146800835751.post-30600115188136509882007-10-16T19:06:00.001+01:002007-10-16T19:17:05.914+01:00

look what I've got...At last! Revenge for all the ones that run away up trees.It's even got two squeakers in it so it screams for mercy in two tones. Not that I ever show it mercy.Every now and then I let it rest so I can get round to killing it again.It spooks the humans when I leave it lying somewhere unexpected as it looks so realistic. Good job our cats aren't grey or the parents would be

Mojohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14218238861281333072noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223276146800835751.post-28323279300273281102007-10-16T18:02:00.000+01:002007-10-16T18:07:28.538+01:00

My Mum's dad lent us his camcorder to play with. But he has lost the firewire cable.Mum has bought a new firewire cable. But has no firewire port on her PC.Dad has a firewire port on his Mac. But so far can only capture files in .dv format which their software won't edit.Humans are nice. But dumb.

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Something odd is happening round here. Things are getting colder, there are leaves everywhere and sometimes I hesitate momentarily before I wade into the canal.They're calling this autumn. But as I was born in April, I've got used to summer being the normal arrangement of my universe. And I want it back please.I want the back door left open so I can wander in and out freely, instead of having to

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I was over at the wonderful Sophie's blog, and saw her post about keyword searches. It seems that someone found her blog by Googling for "blind squirrel rum", which is about as weird as you can get.Or so I thought.Want to know what keyword combinations have led folks here to my blog? Here are my favourite oddities:In third place: "Airedales and seaweed"It's odd, but not unfeasableIn second place:

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Stanley made the comment that I know how to work the camera, and I thought I should share a few of my techniques.First lesson:know where the camera is at all times. In this shot I wasn't paying attention.(Please note that Dad has started to pull Airedale frowns even when he is perfectly happy. heh heh.)I quickly corrected my error and stood closer to the camera in this shot, thereby making my Dad

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I just want to say thanks to everyone for all their comments recently. It's absolutely fantastic to hear from you all. Here's my apology, though. I just haven't had chance to catch up with everyone this last week. I feel really bad about it as it looks so rude, and you are all so much fun to hang out with.I blame Mum who is a bit distracted of late. She invited her dad down to stay, and then Dad

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On Sunday we went back to where last week's Airedale Club fun day was held. This time it was to their trimming classes so Mum and Dad can figure out how to prevent me becoming a woolly mammoth. I've been doing a merino sheep impression lately and they thought it was time to release my inner Airedale.So without any warning whatsoever I was put up on a trimming table and a lady snipped off all the

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Saturday mornings are getting better and better. I've started going round to see my friends Rooster and Sol whose mum is running a puppy training session. More pup play = more good!OK, so my level of concentration is poor at times and I just want to jump around like a nutter, but I'm only five months old and allowed to be an Airehead.Though sometimes I'm impeccably well behaved. Here I am with

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I've been meaning to post these for a while but keep getting sidetracked. This is a walk I went on a couple of weekends ago to a place on the edge of Dartmoor, called Lydford Gorge. It was just so beautiful I had to show you, even if the pics are more scenery than dog.A lovely trail through the forestWhich winds down to a stream with old copper mines alongside. I could smell the bats in here.And

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My humans bore me sometimes.They sit upstairs in their offices staring at their computers and they just don't realise I should be centre of attention AT ALL TIMES.So I did a bit of indoor digging on the futon. Quite satisfying really as it is full of this great lumpy cotton stuff.Mummy couldn't help but laugh, fortunately. She was grateful I didn't chew up the patterned throw which they haggled

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What a weekend. First there was Chilli's party (what a blast!) then I went to my friend Rooster's house for a dog training session. (I've got a great photo from that but I'll have to post that another day).Then on Sunday my parents had a wild surprise in store. They popped me in the car and an hour later arrived at a village hall. It was FULL OF AIREDALES!!!! Wooo hooo! I've never met another '

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Oh boy, I almost missed my lift to the party. It's Chilli's adoption day party and I've turned up almost too late. Without a bikini. At least I don't have to wax my legs like those poor human girlies.Time to play with Scruffy and Lacie and Koobus and Ruby and Maggie and Mitch and everybody else! Yay for Chilli!Uh oh. Mitch will see me without a bikini.Ooooh nooo! Panic.

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Look what Maggie and Mitch sent me!How lovely is that! It totally made my day and I can't sit down for my tail wagging so hard. It's even more exciting as it comes from such a super cool duo. I would even share my peanut butter ice kong with them for that. Pity they live so far away because I really want to go over and play right now. I know exactly who to pass the love to... Scruffy and Lacie.

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Oscar's mummy and daddy have some great news regarding a new addition to the family.Fantastic! I'm really pleased for them, so here is a reminder of how cute an Airedale pup is:

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Last night I kept standing in the garden in total darkness, barking. My barking usually makes my parents laugh because I have a silly high-pitched girly bark. Kind of embarrassing, as I'm getting big enough to have attitude, but I open my mouth and I go all David Beckham.Anyway, last night I wasn't just making arf arf sounds. I was joining them up into one long boowoowoowoowoo. So Dad grabbed a

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I had a great walk on the weekend which I keep meaning to post about. But then another day is another walk, and I get distracted. Yesterday Mum and I went to retrace a familiar route through the local footpaths, but things went a bit pear shaped. First she had to get me over the world's most difficult stile. Normally she has to haul herself up because the steps are way too high, but add to that

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Meet the sheep.I'm fascinated by them. So woolly, so smelly, and so very very strange. They don't belong to us but live in our paddock. I get a bit miffed when my parents chuck fallen apples over the fence to them instead of leaving them all for me. But if I stick my head through the fence I usually manage to get some sort of snack, if you know what I mean. I have a nice green smile afterwards.

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My mum's brother lives all the way over the other side of the world in Australia, so he only knows me through this blog. You never see my mum because she's the one behind the camera, but this prompted Uncle A to comment that I looked like my dad's dog.WRONG!!!!I'm my own dog.

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Time flies when you're having fun. I haven't posted anything for aaaages and I have so much catching up to do on my friend's blogs. I'll get there soon, I promise!Sometimes I seem like such a big grown up girl now.And sometimes I regress. When I'm really acting the goat I seem to look months younger.I've been hard at work on ways to drive my parents mad. First, I let myself out of the garden into

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Yesterday we went over to Rooster and Sol's village and went for a walk downriver. They decided to teach me the rudiments of swimming although I still wouldn't go in further than belly depth. Rooster is not as fast as he used to be, but still swims a mean water-fetch. But mostly we all stood around in the water - dogs and people - and I did my best to get everyone's trousers wet.I have to show

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I am the kraken under Dad's hammock. I nip his bum as he swings past. If he leaves his shoes on the grass I steal them. If that fails to annoy, I pick on the cat. She took refuge on the compost bin, so I dragged out some rotten fruit.and when all else fails, I chew on something.

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As road trip 1 went so well, we had a second run to the sea today. Things got off to a shaky start as I got carsick just a mile or two from our destination. Mum and Dad couldn't work out where the smell of dog food was coming from. In best dog style, I cleared it up for them once we stopped the car - something that makes my Dad feel quite ill. He's trying to block it out of his mind right now.The

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The sun is shining and Dad has a lull in his workload, so we're out and about! First stop petrol station. Fill 'er up, Dad.They took me to the sea! I was less than enthusiastic about seaweed.And really rather dubious about seawater. But we met a man from the West of England and South Wales Airedale Terrier Club. He has 5 Airedales - sadly they weren't there - but he talked to us about their

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I'm beginning to grow into my Bambi legs now. Not only am I more co-ordinated, but I get to go for longer walks. Yesterday mum took me to the next village and back, which was about 3 miles altogether. There seemed to be a lot of dead things around - rabbits and birds - but mum wouldn't let me roll in them. She's seen me and smelt me when I find dead voles and shrews. I tell her it's in my nature,

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What a miserable Monday. Rain rain rain gloom gloom gloom. I'm upstairs in my mum's office looking like the end of the world is nigh.I can't be bothered to look cheerful.And I totally resent mum waiting till I was asleep to make me smile for the camera.

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Luckily my mum and dad consume plenty of bottles of Stella Artois so that I get to kill the boxes. Funnily enough, they were going to call me Stella, but thought ordering a pint in the pub might get complicated.I look like one of those snakes that disclocates its jaw to swallow eggs.Have a close look at my teeth. Extra ones! The two middle ones are my newies, but the next two are coming through

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This is just crying out for a loldog caption. Something like "ai iz on ur camerastrap, messin up ur autofocus"

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...how small I was back then?.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } smile, originally uploaded by small fry. This is me at 7 weeks old, when I had been home only an hour. Mum said I looked like that picture of Einstein with his tongue out, and Dad thought she was

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Rooster has gone back to stay with his family. I'm sure you can hear my huge theatrical sighs of gloom from there.Things i miss- I just miss him. Lots. - I really miss stealing his bed, either just nabbing it for myself and making him sleep on the hard floor, or running off with the blanket and dumping it in the garden.- I miss us being able to perform 'two lead crucifixion' on mum. You know...

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Rooster's family are back from holiday today. While they are on their way back from Heathrow airport we went for one last walk. As usual, I ran, and Rooster tottered. In keeping with the sombre mood, the weather broke. Good job the local farmer got the harvest in a couple of days ago. (Incidentally, the other night my parents had to move the cars to let the combine harvester get down the lane and

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OK, so I'm getting teased for not liking water. So I thought I would give it a go. I hopped down the slipway into the canal and cleared a space in the weedthen went nuttythings were going so well then I hurtled across the slipway and plunged head-first into deep water. My parents stood paralysed as I disappeared under the weeds for what seemed like forever before I surfaced.I was not a happy

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My mum spotted a Liverpool FC dog collar in a shop and as my dad is an ardent fan I thought I'd better get practicing. Note the skilled interception of the ballthis counts as a full body tackleThis got me the nickname "Two Balls" Terrier. But I'm a laydeee!By the way, I don't dribble the ball. I bite it.

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Here's a few pics of me and my mate Rooster playing. Well, in truth, it isn't really playing. He just isn't in the mood for my style - which he calls "silly bl**dy puppy" - and growls at me every time I try to pull his ears. No fun. He tried to ignore me for days until I showed him my squeaky toys and discovered he is a helpless fool for them. Must be the squeak getting through his deafness. He

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They say puppies are all mouth.They're right.Mum says this freaks her out. Apparently I look like sucker fish with fur. Or some horrible creature from Dr Who. Or the kraken that swallowed Johnny Depp in Pirates of the Caribbean II.What I would have liked you to notice (if autofocus could only keep up with me) is that I have just broken out my first two grown up teeth.

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Today I climbed the stairs all by myself.This means:a) I can reach the cats' foodb) I can get to all the upstairs rooms where there are sure to be more bins to raidI will be taking every opportunity to practice this skill, even though coming down the stairs I look like Bambi on ice.

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My usual walk up the canal towpath just gets better and better. Yes, I still park my butt and refuse to move. But now that I'm being let off the lead, the humans think it's necessary to practice recall. This means that they yell come and I turn up for treats. Naturally I park my butt a lot more now because I like treats. As long as I keep giving the impression I might just run all the way back to

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It's been the dullest wettest summer ever in Britain apparently. But when the sun finally came to the party this weekend my humans decided to take me up into Dartmoor. This became a bit of a mind-blowing experience as I had my first trip in the car with the roof open:which was ok I suppose. Not too happy about this seat belt harness arrangement as I always seem to wriggle around until I am

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You see, the humans of this fine establishment have been meaning to get a dog for years but they just couldn't decide what kind.The cats, of course, thought this was a very stupid idea.Eventually the humans realised they needed something with character, brains and a ridiculous moustache, and only an Airedale would do. Ha! They may have been dog owners before - terrier owners too - and they may

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