Seaside treat

My parents, who stayed with us over Christmas, decided it would be a good idea to visit the beach to blow the cobwebs away. It only takes 45 minutes to the nearest seaside town but, worried about the availability of refreshments on Boxing Day, they packed a flask, sandwiches and a few mince pies. 

Now Mortimer, who spent his first few months with us living on the coast, gets ecstatic when he sees the sea, even if it is freezing.

It's the sea - let me at it

Promise I won't run off

He is so gullible.....

Now as you might have gathered from the photographs it was very cold with a north westerly wind blowing, so sandwiches on the beach were out. But for Mortimer the alternative, picnic in the car, was a new and very pleasurable experience.

I'm sure that ham sandwich could get a bit nearer

He can't wait to do that again.

Red Cross Parcel

This morning the postman knocked and handed over a very neatly wrapped parcel. Not expecting anything I got quite excited until I saw that it was addressed to Mortimer. He had now joined me by the front door and was sniffing excitedly at the package, suspicions aroused I flipped it over and saw it came from my Father.  

Now my Father has a soft spot for Mortimer - see here and on opening the box I found this note:

Contents label

 

Underneath which were layers of biscuits. I had been telling my parents about Mortimer's fascination with the rabbits that come on to our front lawn each day, so along with the dog shaped biscuits we'd previously seen we had these:

Rabbit shaped biscuits

On this occasion my Mother had also got in on the act as the parcel also contained a door sign

New door sign

 

which I think means he is very sensitive! Ha! only when he wants food.

The building work mentioned is to do with renovating our new house. Mortimer's contribution so far is to sneak into the room we're working in and steal things. Favourite at the moment is pieces of plaster board. He denys it but, as you can see, the evidence is clear!

Evidence of errantness!

Bespoke Dog Biscuits

My parents both have a soft spot for all animals - particularly my Father who used to make dog food sandwiches for the vixen who visited their garden. He said they  made it easier for her to carry food back to her cubs!  So when we got Mortimer we weren't surprised when he produced a jar of home made biscuits for him. The biscuits are long gone but we kept the jar topped up with ordinary dog biscuits.

Version One

When we visited them last week Dad disappeared with Mortimer into the kitchen and they both came out grinning. He had been working on version two of the jar & biscuits. New jar, new label and now dog-shaped biscuits!  Can't wait for Morti's birthday!

Version Two