Ruby’s story………….. Good Morning Friends, well it’s Sunday morning, and you know what they say about Sunday’s its the day of rest. Well, you will never know what mum has gone and done now. She’s only arranged for us to go to a dog agility course this afternoon. Yep, her friend has booked the field…

Ruby’s story………………….. Good Morning Friends, well my face sums up the weather this morning…. miserable. Its pouring down again, its been raining all week here and every day we’ve been soaked to the skin. Dad’s boots are permanently stuffed with newspaper, the house has got a distinct pong of burning socks drying on the woodburner…

Ruby’s story……………… Good Morning Friends, I’m standing guard out here in the garden because there were some strange goings on in the garden last night. All evening I had an unsettled feeling, I was up and down and up and down all night. Dad couldn’t move because he had just come back from a game…

Ruby’s story……. Good Morning Friends, here I am waiting for the bin men to come, don’t ask me how I know it’s Friday, I just do. I can’t go in and and I won’t let dad take me for a walk until I’ve seen them, so, I’ll just sit here and wait, I’m sure they…

Ruby’s story……… So mum has decided to go on a diet and don’t we all know about it, She has pronounced that her body is now a temple and only healthy food will pass her lips, which is not good for me, I like sharing a little bit of cheese or a biscuit with mum….

Good Morning Friends, look what I found on my 6.00am walk with dad this morning….. I found a plastic bottle !! One of the best things to play with. I was so excited about finding it, I totally forgot to do anything that I was out to do and just wanted to rush back home…

Good Morning Friends, this is me in the garden yesterday watching dad up his ladders cutting the ivy back. I’m watching very carefully because he doesn’t look too steady up there. Dad loves getting his ladders out, but he doesn’t care he just throws them up and up he goes….no Health and Safety or risk…

Ruby’s story……… Mum took me to a pooches and Prosecco party at my friend Amber’s house the other day. It wasn’t meant to be pooches and Prosecco, it just ended up that way. There was 6 of us pooches and 6 mum’s drinking Prosecco, so hence the name of the party. Including me, there was…