tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724007048688318245.post5516784426640685393..comments2024-03-28T18:23:27.228+00:00Comments on Daisy's Diary: Still moving data!Daisys Diaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01655631062157621964noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724007048688318245.post-20519660280277222492016-12-09T19:18:21.251+00:002016-12-09T19:18:21.251+00:00This fisty cuffs doesn't sound good to me, I h...This fisty cuffs doesn't sound good to me, I hope young Eric is OK after his ordeal and as you said the boys want a quiet life but then I think that is usual in the male female divide. The computer sounds an entirely different kettle of fish, all those thousands of things looping about, very worrying. So the parlour is booked for the 23rd, does that mean that OTL and TM are going to go along and get spruced up for the festivities, you will need to learn how to use the camera phone and take some sly pictures, ho ho ho! xxxxxxSue Ghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02465802368586726135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724007048688318245.post-10705333869056291022016-12-09T18:04:25.459+00:002016-12-09T18:04:25.459+00:00Evening little maties. Well that's a lot of s...Evening little maties. Well that's a lot of shifting you've had to do. Poor Eric, these girl ferrets have a lot to answer for, fancy beating up on a poor little chap. I do hope Eric is over his shock, you're right Daisy, chaps just want a peaceful life and I expect Eric was just putting his head round the door to introduce himself to the neighbours. Naughty Wendy, I hope Santa Paws was watching and taking notes. Miss Wendy will have an empty stocking on Xmas day if she's not very careful. I know wot you mean about these TL's leaving things to the last minute, poor OTL, he wanted to spend time with his favourite woofers and ferrets, then he has to go and do work and rush off to get stuff posted. You and Holly chops have my sympathy for having to go to the groomers just before Xmas, I hope your groomer doesn't do bows in your hair like wot mine did. Honestly, a chap has to think of his street cred you know. At least I didn't come out sniffing like a tarts handbag this time, I was bathed in pear shampoo so I sniff fruity, nudge, nudge, wink, wink. Mind, by the time I came back from my walk this morning my mum was almost crying cos I was back to being my normal grubby self........... nothing like a damp day to make splashes on your tummy. Now, I've something very important to tell you, if you see the postman over the next couple of days, DON'T chase him away, he has a delivery from Santa Paws, only because Santa Paws reckons your chimney is a bit too tight for him this year. So whatever you do, make sure May and Wendy are caged and muzzled or else their stockings will definitely be lacking. Don't blame you for not staying up, enjoy your snoozes and any muggings. Love, licks, wags and sniffs from little Arch and Mr Nipper xxxxxxxxxLazy Sundayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15894941794631449695noreply@blogger.com