I must apologise for being a bit slack on the old blog posting over the last fortnight -
But as you can see, I've been absolutely flat out...
|Quiet please - men at work...|
Last Friday was a very special day, because mum turned 21... again!!
|Happy Birthday mum... you don't look a day over 40...|
|I'll help you shred it mum...|
But for some strange reason, mum seemed more interested in the contents of the wrapping paper than playing with the packaging...
|Well this is boring...|
ME!Papa helped me select my gift for mum this year, and I was excited to see the good people at Radley clearly understand that Scottish Terriers are not just the most desirable breed when it comes to finding your lifelong companion, but we also make pretty fantastic fashion statements.
|What a great bag! There are two Morries!|
Mum's dad is getting on a bit, and over the past year I've really made a big effort to get him out of the house every so often...
|Come on Grandad... let's go to your happy place...|
|So many images of me!|
|It's nice, but it could use more of me on it...|
|Wow... it's so life-like!|
|It even lights up like me! Oh, hang on...|
But then I noticed mum starting to hug the lamp, stroke it, and even pat its rump the way she does with me, and I was worried I was being replaced...
|Come on mum, I'm clearly much cuter...|
|It doesn't even smell like me...|
I was really excited about this last present because Aunty Lizzie said it would be something for me! This seemed like it was going to be the best present of the lot, because nothing says "Happy Birthday Mum," like giving me a present...
Unfortunately, it turns out that my Aunty Lizzie really doesn't like me that much -
|What the hell?!|
|Get this off me...|
|Get it off right now...|
But bee warned Aunty Lizzie...
I'll bee getting you back when your birthday rolls around!!!
Until next time!
"...because there's nothing minor about being a Morris..."