OK so we’re out on our morning walk and Biggles squats down for a numero deux. Ordinarily Biggles produces very healthy, consistent output, but this time all is not well, and as he adjusts position I get to see the problem. I don’t want to get all graphic about this but.. remember that Star Trek song with the line “There’s klingons on the starboard bow” ? Well my little boy has a string of klingons attached to his aft section.

As I dither about trying to get a poo bag over my hand to help extract them, he tries shaking those klingons off, but they’re not budging, so he sits down to do a bit of bottom surfing on the path. Unfortunately, the klingons are still swinging as he touches down and he ends up smearing them all over his right bum cheek, thusly:

Well  that’s what was left after an emergency clean up with a poo bag and a couple of tissues, but a further cleansing was called for because my boy was a bit smelly and his rear end was attracting flies like, well, like the stuff that was smeared all over his butt cheek. So, when we got him home, we called in Shaun the Sheep:

If you think Shaun looks a bit apprehensive in that first photo, you’re probably right. When we bought him in the supermarket he probably thought he was going to make bathtime fun for little kiddies, not  help scrub away Biggles’ worst ever skid mark. He came through for us though and restored my boy’s botty to its original condition, at some cost to his own personal hygiene and mental well-being.

I think it may be a while before Biggles forgives me for not being quicker with the poo bag though; every time we met somebody on the way home they took one look at Biggles’ rear end and held back from giving him the strokes and pats that he usually receives.

Just a quickie post.

We’ve had a lot of bad luck and sad times in recent years – we lost my parents and Paul’s mum in quick succession after a series of long and unpleasant illnesses, hospitals, nursing homes and hospices. Each and every time this meant getting Power of Attorney, selling houses and winding up of estates. It was a non-stop onslaught for about 4 years and solicitors caused us no end of unnecessary stress – and we had to pay them for the priviledge!

Towards the end of all this (just before Biggles was born) we found the most amazing solicitor. She was sooo nice, so helpful and it actually felt as if you had your best friend looking out for you. She helped us sort out Paul’s mum’s afairs and held our hands through buying and selling our own house.

The loss of our parents made us realise that nothing is guaranteed in life and we decided to include Beanie and Biggles in our wills to make sure that they have the best of care if anything happened to us. Our lovely solicitor Linda took care of this for us too. I can’t recommend her highly enough – and her prices are extremely reasonable!

So, if anyone is looking for a solicitor her details are:

Linda Monson and she works for McAuley McCarthy & Co in Renfrew.

And just to finish up on a happy note – the bad stuff is all behind us and it’s hard to imagine how life could possibly get any better than it is now! Thanks to our lovely Beaglets. I don’t know what we’d have done without them. Speaking of the Beaglets:

Remember that old Shirley Bassey song?

“If there’s wrong way to do it, a right way to screw it up..”

Well nobody does it like Biggles, although to be fair he’s been doing some things a lot better lately. He’s beaten Beanie fair and square at lure coursing, proven himself as the best doggie jogging partner in the world ever, and even managed to keep his Aaaarrffing under control on a mountain top. Despite these successes there are still some things that are beyond him, like catching a piece of kibble thrown directly at his mouth for example. Speaking of which, I present to you the Biggles Treat Catching Masterclass:

Compare and contrast with Beanie’s efforts:

Yep, our boy’s still got a way to go…