Ricky the famous Dog Blogger - Disley boy makes good

I've been talking to Louise about this blog.  It started when we were talking about dog food; we still have quite a lot left but Louise said I eat her out of house and home.  That confused me, because I am a very well behaved dog and would never chew the house (maybe shoes but not Dave's he gets cross.)  I said maybe I should be paying for my own food and suggested I get a job.  Louise wasn't sure there were jobs for dogs.

I think the thing I'm best at is being interesting and said I should be a professional dog writer.  Louise wasn't sure there was such a job but I think I'd be good.  There are lots of blogs out there about dogs.  I told Louise I'd learn to type but she wasn't keen on me using her lap computer.

I'm going to give it some thought.  Maybe there's a job especially for dogs to write.  I want to be a famous dog blogger.  

Pondering about being an international dog star

Louise returns for another Bank Holiday in Disley

The bank gave everyone another day off last weekend, and Louise went away to see her family but Dave's friend Boss, who is usually pretty nice, wouldn't let him have the day off so I stayed behind to keep him company.  I went to play with Tammy for the day and we watched football at night.  It's called Match of the Day, but it's really lots of football games, they don't just pick their favourite which is probably why it goes on such a long time and Louise doesn't like it.  Dave said I could sleep on the bed if I wanted, but I know that Louise doesn't like me to so I didn't in case she found out.  She's very clever, she always seems to know that it's me that's been in the bin and not next door's cat like I make out.

When Louise got back she gave me a lot of fuss but I was pretty busy eating the yummy treat my friend Helen had got me, so she had to wait until the next day for my full attention.  She told me that one of the friends that she met has a daughter that reads my blog.  That's probably because I have such a good understanding of the world, if I wasn't me I'd read about me.  When I told Louise that she said not to be so cocky.  Being compared to a chicken is even worse than being compared to a cat, and so I decided to be quieter after that.

Chickens.  Me.  Very clear difference.

 

She was taking me for a walk, and we were all ready when she lost something called keys.  I think it's some kind of musical instrument from the noise it makes and I wasn't sure why she couldn't walk me until she found it.  I had my lead on ready to go, so I encouraged her by calling her and wagging my tail a lot.  Wagging nearly always works.  Eventually we found keys, and went to chase ducks.  Grrr, ducks.

Wagging.

After I showed the ducks in Disley who was the boss, I was pretty tired and I think Louise was too so we watched a bit of TV and Louise did some writing on her lap computer.  I had a bit of a nap.  Dave came home after all the people got off his bus which was nice.  He says he'll give me a long walk another day.  Although I don't have a favourite pet parent, he has longer legs, so I can't wait.

Duck chasing-ed out.

Mist, hide and seek, and fetch at Fernilee Reservoir.

Louise has been sooooooo busy, she hasn't even had time to write all about our great great weekend. (luckily she's made time for feeding and fussing me).  Last weekend her friend Boss let her have Friday and Monday off so we got loads and loads of time together to play, and I think there must have been a shortage of buses because Dave was allowed to stay home too!  We had lots of fun walking and sleeping and eating and sleeping, but one day that was the best was when we went to the Fernilee reservoir, which is a little drive from Disley, so I got to ride in the car.  I have my own seat called Boot.

A reservoir is like a lake that people drink from, that's where the tap water comes from.  I'm lucky, as a dog I can drink straight from it.  I can drink from rivers, lakes, puddles and bowls, but not the sea because there is something funny about the water in the sea.  It was really nice there for wading (I don't swim) and the weather was something called misty.  This means that after a bit the trees turn into sky.  It's a bit confusing but Louise seemed ok with it.

Trees turning into sky - its called mist.

There was lots of long grass to jump in which was good so I could play hide and seek.  Can you see me in this picture?  Probably not, I'm very very good at this game.

Boo, there I am!

We also played another fun game, it's Dave's favourite.  It's called fetch.  He likes collecting sticks but forgets he has them so accidentally throws them away, but I bring them back for him.  He's so silly, so I run around with them for a bit to make him laugh.  He found a huge stick that day.

Carrying Dave's stick

After all that running and wading I was pretty tired so I slept a lot.  It was a really great weekend.

No such thing as Too Many Cushions

Dave and Louise have got some new cushions for me.  They are called scatter cushions, which must be a fancy way of saying dog cushions.  Louise keeps saying they're for everyone to rest their backs on but as Dave and her are always happy to make sure I'm comfie first, I've added them to where my blankie is.  It is now very very snuggly on my sofa.

Snuggly

This weekend is Easter and my friend Samuel is hoping that an Easter Rabbit is going to visit Disley and bring him chocolate.  Rabbit's are like cats with long ears and they don't even have hands to carry chocolate.  This does not sound like it is going to end well.

Sunshine, and I'm back

Louise has been very slack on writing my blog for me, I think she went to sleep for the winter.  I don't blame her I like to sleep too.  Today I have slept everywhere; my bed, their bed, the floor, the sofa, Dave's lap.  

It's a sunny day in Disley today, which is why I know it's spring or summer - I don't know what date they all start, I find calenders confusing.  I have been outside.  Ollie, next door's mean cat is staring down at me again, and Louise is telling me I'm not allowed to bark at him.  Joke's on him though.  He doesn't realise he's sitting on a wheelie bin, which is somewhere they put food that's too bad to eat, and then it gets pulled away.  It doesn't smell nice, so Ollie will stink too, whereas I'm the nicest smelling dogs in Disley.  I'm going to tell him.

Ollie smells

We're going out for Sunday Lunch soon, which is just lunch on a Sunday.  This is good news, as I usually get food too, and everyone comes to the pub to see me.  I hope I see Lois and Samuel, they share their crispies with me (which is what little people call crisps.)

Why bouncy balls are sometimes bad, and cats are ALWAYS bad

Dave's got me a new ball from the Post Office in Disley, it's yellow and bouncy and I like it a lot.  He keeps throwing and kicking it for me to chase, which makes Louise cross; she says when she's cooking downstairs it sounds like a herd of elephants, so I've been trying to hide the ball to stop Dave being so naughty.  The ball is very bright and Dave is very tall so it's hard, but I'm trying to lie on it but it keeps rolling away.  I'm not too worried because Louise doesn't really get that cross a lot.

Where's the ball?

I'm very cross at next doors cat; Ollie.  He's the meanest cat in Disley and he's trying to wind me up by spying on me.  He sits on the bin that wheels and looks down his nose at me, so I show him how tall I am by jumping up and staring back.  Louise says I can't get him to move because he's not in our garden, but I'm sure I will think of something.

Ollie spying on me from the bin on wheels

Otherwise, it's Samuel's birthday soon.  Louise has got him a present and is going to draw on people's faces at his party (people like strange things).  I'm not allowed to go because there will be sooooooooo many children there that I might get trodden on and I don't like that at all, especially on my tail.  I'll be giving Samuel birthday kisses later on in the day; hopefully they'll be some leftover sausage rolls.

The Funniest Dog in Disley

I am easily the funniest dogs in Disley because I get all the people jokes, except knock knock jokes; they just make me think someone’s at the door and so I have to bark at an empty doorstep and peer out the window for a solid five minutes.  My favourite joke is:  What do you get if you cross a dog with a lion?

A really scared postman!  (I need to get a friend lion)

People think dressing up is funny though, which I don’t understand.  Dave and Louise were being very silly and made me join in the other day wearing silly costumes and took photos to send Helen.  I only let them because I like Helen, and she sent back pictures of herself with masks on, at least I think it was her.

Ricky Cool

Pretty Ricky (I'm too butch to be pretty, silly Dave)

This weekend we have lots and lots of visitors.  Dave’s Mum and Dad are coming, and his brother, and his sister-in-paw (they must hold hands a lot).  They have two kids too.  I hope they like dogs, because I don’t like it when children pull my whiskers or jump on me.  Dave says he’ll tell them to be nice to me, which is good because most people don’t speak dog like Dave does.  He’s like a dog whisperer except louder.   A dog speaker.  A dog teller off-er.  He just talks to me, I don’t think there’s a name for him, except Dave.      

All about Tammy's house

Sun bathing when it's hot

I have been visiting Tammy's house a while now when Dave and Louise have to go and see their friend Boss who lives in Work.  I am sometimes a bit nervous with new people but now we're best friends.  She has put a bowl out for me for some food and water.  There is grass for sun bathing when it's hot....

.....and a nice warm bed to share for when it's not.

Snuggling when it's not

She has a really good window at the front of the house so that I can see everything going on in Disley.  The net curtains are tied especially so that I can see out and sometimes I see some of my friends walking past, like Helen and Samuel.  I know they are always pleased to see me.

The best view in Disley (looking out)

 It's a shame that Dave and Louise can't stay home and play with me all day, because I know how much they value my sparkling wit and the way that I chase my tail, but it's very nice at Tammy's house and when Louise or Dave picks me up I can listen all about their day on the way home before checking the fence for cats.  Booooo, cats.

Checking for cats.  Hate cats.  Booooo, cats.

My Online Friends

Louise has been showing me all of the different countries where people have been reading about me from.  There are a lot in a place called America, which is a country across an ocean from us; that's a long swim.  There are a some a bit closer in lots of countries called Europe, which Dave says you can drive to but it would be a very long drive.  The furthest away are people in New Zealand, which is where Louise's sister Julia lives.  It's so far that you can't swim it even if you want to.  Julia lives with her husband Tom and her two kids called Isabella and Jack, and my new online friend Lucy.

Lucy from New Zealand

Lucy is a clever dog because she uses a webcam all the time to talk to Louise's Mum and Dad; Hazel and Peter.  A webcam is where you can see each other on computers even though they live a long way away, and Louise's Mum and Dad talk to Lucy nearly every week.  When we visited Peter and Hazel, Lucy said hello to me too, although I had to sit on Hazel's lap to see the screen which I think she enjoyed.  Lucy said it's great being a dog in New Zealand because it is warm at Christmas and she has her own stream.  I said I like Disley very much because there is snow to play in at Christmas and I have my own stream too, I just choose to share it with other dogs in Disley!

My stream in Disley - which I share like a good boy

One of my readers from America is friends with Helen and Stephen, and they say he might visit some time.  He's from a place in America called Florida, where a mouse called Micky lives.  I'm not sure how I feel about mice, I hope they're not as mean as cats.