Yesterday Biggles managed to nab a huge block of mature cheese from the kitchen worktop and devoured most of it himself (Beanie helped with the crumbs). The repercussions of this naughty act have been severe in the extreme. It’s freezing out there but our windows are wide, wide open.

But Biggles isn’t the only one who’s been naughty. Today we were in Wizard of Paws getting thick, cosy jackets for our two to keep them warm at lure coursing tomorrow (weather permitting!) and Beanie nabbed a doggy burger from one of the shelves. The staff were genuinely shocked at the speed with which she gulped it down. Clearly they don’t get many Beagles in there!

Finally here are a couple of shots I managed to get in that brief 5 minute period this week when it wasn’t p***ing down with rain. I can’t wait to see our two romping about in their huge new garden. Less than a week to go now!

Argggggghh….don’t move house if you have Beagles. Not if you want to stay sane.

Only 8 days to go until the big move but I’m not sure we’ll all survive that long! We’re beginning to realise that our two are spoiled rotten. We’ve always had all the time in the world for them and they don’t take kindly to having to amuse themselves for a few hours while we pack, clean, decorate and take care of all the things you need to take care of when moving house.

Anyway, to everyone that’s been asking what Beanie and Biggles have been up to – we’ll update the blog you all very soon.

And a message to Nadine from Beanie & Biggles:

Nadine, your gran phoned to say you’d tried to send us a message. We didn’t get it. We love hearing from people so please send it again if you have time. Our email address is:

Love Beanie & Biggles
xxx

If you need your house trashing, if no-one else can help, and if you can find them, maybe you can hire.. the B-Team!

Biggles surveys the wreckage. He loves it when a plan comes together…

We spent most of the day chucking out the junk we’ve accumulated over the last ten years and packing what’s left, and Beanie & Biggles were desperate to help. They managed to tear one of the empty packing boxes in an unguarded moment, so this evening we just plonked it in the living room and let them have at it.

Biggles was very dynamic  and kept leaping in and out of the box as he tore little chunks off it, whereas Beanie’s approach was more systematic but devastatingly efficient. In the past whenever the duvet got wrecked we always figured Biggles was to blame, but now I’m thinking we got it wrong…

One thing’s for sure: if the boxes last long enough to make it to the new house they’ll make great chew toys for our two Beagligans.