Waking up OTL.

 Hello Woofers!

It's Daisy, Miss Wendy and Eric de Ferret again!

It's the anti-flea day today.

At the beginning of the month all us woofers get a dose of stuff on our shoulders to keep away the nasties that lurk in the long grass around this end of the world.

Many years ago, Holly got a Tick who tried to eat Holly from the outside and ended up being 'unscrewed', which is the way to get rid of the nasty little things.

Well, from then on, every month we all got some stuff squirted on our shoulder which kept away all the nasties and before going on holiday we had some anti-tick stuff squirted on our shoulders which was HORRID!

It itched and dried and pulled on the hair and skin and had me rolling on the carpet trying to get rid of it!

Well, we never got ticks on the carpet and never again did we get the little things trying to eat us!

We also keep away from where Holly picked up the tick!

The ferrets are lucky cos their stuff contains anti-tick stuff where I have to switch to a different stuff!

Getting out at lunchtime was great, no rain, a bit of wind but the tide was out. I tell you; the tide is like the old-fashioned trade union, everyone out!

Because he had been rattling his cage door all morning, Eric was woken up and harnessed up and marched to the traveling cage.

He gets his first run out on the football field, not that he moves very far, just enough to get too Old Two Legs boots!

Don't move, I'm coming over to you for a carry!

Down on the beach was great, loads of super sniffs and I even got to dig a couple of holes and then roll in them!

  The trouble with holes is the sand gets up your nose!

Eric was up on the rocks, scrambling from one rock to the other, he had decided that rock climbing was more fun than digging holes and rolling in seaweed.

 

The lads got no class!

 

 I'm a Cockle Shell Ferret!

 Walking along the grass path on our way to the car, it's then that I miss Holly 'cos we would share sniffs as went along. Eric walks beside me but I just can't get excited about some weasel poo! 

 If you think weasel poo is great then you’re as nutty as squirrel poo!

We met up with the pug who sounds like he's gargling with custard and had a chat. Eric reckons they are just a little bigger than him and given a good start he could sort them out with no problem!

Friday tomorrow, F1 Racing and the beginning of the weekend!

See you tomorrow.

Luv,

Daisy, Miss Wendy and Eric de Ferret.