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We doglets are not dead or owt sinister, and our human does read us your entries everyday. A change in computers has hindered our updates and photos are still not load-upable. Humans are kind of wrapped up in work, looking after frail parents, raiding Naxx and getting wiped in Ulduar (whatever that means).

Though female Human is probably going to be redundanted in March - good news for us doglets. And now human has come to accept the idea - good news for her too. The payout, even after 17 years of loyal being-shat-on is pretty worthless, but the lack of stress and hassle = priceless. The garden has got a bit much for humans with female human out for 12 hours a day - 5/6 days a week. sheff_dogs did come and knock it into some sort of controllable shape but it needs time, less tired humans and better weather.

So an update - We landmarked in April - Dolbelydr - perfect for dogs - completly enclosed huge garden to keep therovers from harassing the deer, owls, foxes, bats and bullocks. Dolbelydr, a place of complete silence, stillness and absolute darkness at night, the most amazing bathroom and total beauty. Prince Charles had signed the visitors log - and so have we :-) Landmark fresher and besty mate J was immediately converted to Landmarking as soon as she sat at the 5yards long solid oak dining table with a nice glass of red and looked on the immense fire place (which sadly we didnt actually need to use)

Another landmark in July with boglin and lupercal superb building, oozing intrigue and history, Lutrells Tower. Just a 144 steps up and down, when you have forgotten your tabs or the bottle opener was a bit rough. And sharing the garden with the local billionaire and his aqua-vehicle meant Kato couldnt run free in an open space that was begging for her paws to run accross. Its probably one of the most lavish and expensive Landmarks, but not as dog friendly as others due to the local billionaire having five sweetnesses of his own. The tower is only a few yards from the sea but the inadequate fencing betwixt, leads people to believe its a building site and climb over. Having a Kato is very helpful in these situations, a polite "Don't let the children stroke the rotty one" and they are backing away. However , a bottle of nice ale , faveourite humans company and the view of the Solent from the living room with its ships and boats rolling past. Worth every penny.. What Kato wouldnt give to be back there now, with sand in her paws, sticky bobs in her coat and her heavy head half asleep on that boglin

We have Knowle Hill booked for December, Coombe Corner for feb and a text today from therovers suggests maybe an April landmark with new landmarkers - ooh wheres the book............

Today - we got wormed - been letting off windys all night now. Java still hates Abe. Abe has forgotten who Java is. (well ,she is 12) Kato is a big clumsy lummox. Java goes out with her Wallace on adventures every other weekend but he is away for the summer now. The redundantness in 2010 suggests the ideal time sttle in a bombproof huge boy puppy to play with Kato (A&J both play but tire easily) - but we would fail a homecheck due to the Abe/Java Jihad and buying one from a breeder - ick - just goes against everything humans believe in.

Humans are off to Edinburgh festy for the weekend soon. Java is going on a very special hollibobs with

boglin

lupercal and

therovers . That Abe and Kato will be hosting a mad weekender with

sheff_dogs Abe and Pennymentals relationship never fails to ammuse - two old ladies, both a bit deaf, grumbling and scolding at the youngsters Thorn & Kato.

Current Music: antony and the johnsons

Middle sized dog smells of happy, her fur has that fluffy rained on texture. She hasn't actually woken up properly since we got back, (except to eat) - her adventures will remain her sweet, secret canine memories that are making her smile as she sleeps (and parps).

I love to see her in this mood - so relaxed, so at peace with herself and everyone round her (except That Abe). Considering the mixed up clumsy dog she once was, burdened with all her psychological baggage - (just one little baggage left with That Abe written on the label) When I wake her, she just stretches and does a purry sound, grins at me like an old drunk (I love yer) and straight back to her slumber.

Java's hoiday bed is in the washing machine, her mac(1) is being stared at with contemplations of an evenings sewing as Java seems to have put a few pies on.(2) and the fasteners may need adjusting.

and theres talk of A Bath. (3)

(1) fetching fleecy red macintosh not computer
(2) in muscular peak of fitness way - not in the human never-turn-down-a-pasty way
(3) Hmmm..............

Current Location: as far away from bathroom as poss

kAt0's birthday passed without party or present - the Dog Child is now 4 and officially not a Dog Child anymore. Actually, that was at age 3 but The Sweetness was given an extra years grace just to get the maturity thing perfected. And perfect she is - as long as she has the space and steam-letting-off faclities that she needs. This is noticable on holiday as she has to behave herself in the lovely Landmark Trust property - she is a coiled spring by the time we get to an open space where she can race around - but within minutes of rocketing round like a mad 'un -she's settled again.

The other key to Kato's growing up (she would prefer it spelt this way now and not the adolescent graffiti stylee anymore )- was the introduction of the Toddler Thorneycroft to the mix.

sheff_dogs newest addition is a GSD rescue pup, who at 6 months can look Kato in the eye. Gonna be a big lass. Having lost her initial shyness, Thorn just wants to play, play and play some more.
"Kato, Play Slippy NOW" "Kato play Fox and Hound game" "Kato, can we play biting faces now, Can We? Can We? awwww, can we?" "Awww, Cousin Kato, no sleepy now"

Cousin Kato finds herself retreating to the nearest basket, muttering about pups of today and how she was never so tiresome, which brings raised eyebrows from Aunty Java and the elderly but sussed mad Aunty Abe. Kato misses Thorn when she has gone tho - and misses having a constant playmate as her other housemates will only play briefly. Do we hear the pitter patter of baby puppy paws? Probably not - as Abe and Java still hate each other and we doubt we would pass a homecheck on those grounds. Could just buy a puppy.........I would love a deer or wolf hound, or a beautifull sleek, black dane........but theres an unwanted, clumsy lummox of a crossbreed somewhere that would miss out on a tolerant and happy home. The cost is not relevant as we pay nearly the same for our unpredictable crosses as we would pay for a pedigree.

Java continues to have an enviable social life - aside from holidays in Devon and trips to Chester, she "weekends" fortnightly with her Wallace. Returning from one walk black and pink due to it being 7 miles accross brick clay. Java knows where to get a decent pint of real ale in a 100 mile radius and don't get her started on her steam train enthusiasm. She did have a run in with an electric sheep fence which actually caused her to Squeak loudly - so it must have really hurt - as Java can be trodden on with little more than the mildest of underbreath curses.

That Abe is enjoying her descent into pensioner years, all the crazy eccentric behaviour but with an excuse now. "Am nearly eleven" she smirks, as she grumbles obscenitys at Posty and shouts untrue nonsense at the neighbours and passers by ("Help! I am unfed and unloved")

So thats us - updated - there may even be snaps at some point. Our humans are busy and a bit work-stressed. We only got near the PC cos WOW is having an update.

Deffo something a-paw - holiday beds washed, holiday collars packed, Java's beach lead put in box and Java's anorak.

Humans stuffing clean pants, socks and toothbrushes into a bag. Sad goodbyes to online WOW friends - much crying, flirting, saluting, bowing and last dances - how barkin' sad is that!?

Little Abe warming basket for ~~small~~ young visitor and her elderly, but quite mad, spanglesnooted accomplice.

Got up before we went to bed and bundled into car along with beer and sensible clothing. Slept lots on the journey apart from being chucked out of car to have Pee in ever increasing windspeeds and depths of rain. Arrived at Lindisfarne - met up with

rainbowskye,

flooks

boglin

lupercaland Jackie with no LJ. Ate, planted canine "flags" at Poo Tree to claim the island as our own and slept well till..........

Day Two - today Big Lindis has set the Canine Housemates a task - to find treasure on the beach. Heres kAt0 and her attempt http://floot.demon.co.uk/lynn/kato%20dig.AVI next Task was a game of fetch the Stick. Lets see you Chuck this one for us humans............

Day Three - the housemates are in the kitchen, Java has been in the Diary Basket for over twenty minutes. "Beach was packed out today" said Java "There was one dog and at least two other humans there"
BIg Lindis: Java, how are the rest of the housemates getting along
Java: Well, they don't do much, they eat a lot, drink a lot, do a bit of walking, dawdling, take snaps, play relaxing board games tho that Boglins got a competitive streak, I think she's innit to win it.
"Java, kAt0 is up for eviction tomorrow - will you miss her?"
"Errrr.....probably not, she gets a bit up herself, thinking she's all cute and that. Humans reckon they have to get back to That Abe Infidel. Anyway, I will claim the Poo Tree as my own. I claimed the Priory today. Kato claimed the beach several times but anydog can claim a beach - now claiming a Priory, that takes skill"

Day Four - kAt0 - you have been evicted and must leave the Big Lindis House.

But Java remained, as due to not being a scaredy grizzle-bucket could take up the offer of extra holiday.

32 Sleeps to Santa Paws? See for every one human sleep in the dark/light cycle - we doglets have four (not including mini-kips, resting our eyes, power napping, mediating or stealth guarding disguised as sleeping). Four proper sleeps is equal to one day.

kAt0 is well excited, marking off the Sleeps till that welly-wearing beardy dude comes down the chimney. Tho welly-wearing beardy dude could be describing Hippy.

Then its counting down the sleeps till Lindsifarne - might even let Java have an off lead run whe the tides in - it being an island lowers the chance of losing her (Java's recall ~~can be~~ is naff) and also having a

boglinto run after her is reassuring. Java doesn't mean to be rubbish at recall - but when she gets the slightest sniff of prey (chippy, pint of real ale, rabbit etc) she is so focussed, she goes completly deaf.

Java spent the weekend with her many, many canine friends - of all shapes, sizes and genders a-rambling and a-boozing with her Besty Friend Gromit. There were five other dogs on the ramble and she was friendly, sociable, swopped mobile numbers and prmised to do lunch sometime with them all. Her Gromit does seem to be able to find many pubs that will let dogs in AND serve a decent pint. That Abe hung out with her Little Emo (who prob isn't an emo anymore but some gothpunk hybrid - still Little tho). While kAt0 was in the longest Down Stay like Evah up at the humans parents - but was rewarded with illicit yet delish sugary biscuity goodness.

In other news, Little Abe has some green seaweedy powder added to her food in an attempt to combat her tartary dog breath. But one of her canine(!) fangs looks like it is going bad and may need removal. Going to discuss with vet after ConsumerMass - but it would mean a general anaesthetic, and Little Abe does react badly to any chemicals in her body. But probably best to get it done while she is ten rather than waiting till she is even more elderly. Heh! Little Abe being elderly - who woud have thunk it.

( Salty Dogs and a Yo Ho Ho )

There will be a full write up with pictures of our holiday adventure on the east coast soon - but for now - here is a picture of kAt0 taking a dump outside a nuclear reactor (or two).

Java: "Sinners repent. The Church of Java welcomes you with Open Paws. Cast aside your Gaudy Fluoro Bling Halti and False Bonios. Come to Java. Join Us. For a Small Tithe of 15 real Bonios"

Kato: "But I and I is well fly in this bitchin fresh pink halti"

Java: "The one and only true Dog is Spirit: self-existent, infinite, personal, unchangeable, and eternal in Her being; perfect in holiness, biscuitness, love, justice, goodness, wisdom, and truth; omnipotent, omniscient, omnipresent and omnibiscuit. Creator and Sustainer of all things, visible and invisible; both imminent and transcendent to creation; eternally existent in three canines, one in substance and co-equal in power and glory - Doglet, Dog, and Holy Canine"

Kato: Ja-ja? You been at the ashtrays again?

Java: Possibly. Got terrible munchies. I could murder a Curly Wurly

Five sinners including

boglin

lupercal and

therovers joined us doglets on relgious, sin cleansing, sabbaticalisation at Beamsley Hospital http://www.outofoblivion.org.uk/record.asp?id=124-

better snaps of the Enlightenment and Cleansing of Sins might appear on accomplice sinners LJs but for now, heres some Bad Snaps (though kAt0 bum is actually that big)

( Bad Snaps - Church of The Stoned Dog )

Current Music: edge of dawn

It was the dead of night, Kato and Java were going for their last wee of the night. The wee spot under the big tree, opposite the empty field. It was pitch dark and without our fellow holidaymakers back in the house, it seemed darker, quieter……..desolate……..spooky.

Woooooo.

Kato and Java duly sniffed and peed. Then Kato began to growl. Like really growl. Her bum fur went up. Java’s ears pricked up. And she too began to growl. Low rumbling growls.

“Shut it” snapped our humans “Mekkin us nervous”

But our keen doglet predator interest was elsewhere, we were focussed, there was evil, there be Dragons. Lindisfarne is reputed to be haunted and we canines are reputed to have a sixth, maybe a seventh sense.

“Whatever it is” shivered our human “Its over in that field.”

“Theres nothing in there” quivered hippy “Its just an empty field”

kAt0 was like, so like, growling, almost like a snarl and Java was making the most sinister hissing growl, like nothing of this world. Our humans were quaking in their plimsolls. Their mouths dry, wishing that their fellow holidaymakers had also stayed the extra night. Dry Gulps were being gulped.

During our holiday we had peed several times at this very tree opposite the Empty Field. But we doglets were now on major attack mode, a defensive-offensive. Kato was straining at her lead (to the house not the dragons!), Java was shifting from Paw-to-Paw. All bum fur was now up - inlcuding our humans.

"Don’t mess with us! Lindisfarne Spookys. We Am the Black Country Massive and we is well hard" we hissed
"That was Java said that" croaked Kato feebly.

“What can it be” trembled our humans “this fields been empty every time we have passed it”

And just like in Scooby Doo and every horror movie you ever saw, instead of running away, our humans walked towards the Field of Evil. Flicking on the torch………………and.just a few (maybe five or six) feet away, several sheep blinked in the glare. We all gasped in surprise and we brave doglets ~~did it in our pants~~ led our humans quickly back to the safety of our holiday cottage.

Just back from holiday in Lindisfarne with the best group of people ever to give Kato her confidence back in the human race. And Kato didn’t keep the whole house up by grizzling at being in a strange place and expected to sleep away from the humans. She wimpered a little on the first night but by the second night she just settled into her basket and slept like a puppy. Kato did consume half of a birds skull that was sat ornimently on the windowsill cybermule found a very similar skull to replace it with – but we decided to leave the original half behind. Came off in me paw guv.

Our biggest wet-nosed thanks to

boglin who organised, persuaded and reassured us that the doglets would have a brilliant time - which they did..........

( our holiday in lindisfarne )