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Let’s start at the start…
posted 29.04.2008Hi, I’m Mr Scruff, i’m a Jack Russell / mongrel cross breed and this is my new Dog Blog….
LET’S START AT THE START…
I obviously appreciate everything that Blonde girl (her who walks with me at the end of my lead), has done for me, she did take me out of the rescue home after all. Bless her. She came in wearing a pair of black woollen trousers by some bird called Meow Meow (she often wears this Meow Meow persons clothes and they don’t seem to mind), Anyway, in she pops, all emotional and teary to choose herself a baby replacement (I overheard one of the part time cat workers say that about her, so catty them cat people) - and that’s where yours truly comes in, a brand new black and white furry baby! They say the dog chooses you, I aint being funny right, but I’ve been through the wars, ended up in a council pound in Ireland, was shoved in a bleedin’ van with a load of other mutts by the people that ran the home where Blonde Girl showed up, so why would I then want to be re-homed with a bunch of lunatic screaming kids trying to pull my tail off? Every time a family with young kids came in I just turned my back and pretended I hadn’t seen them. That’s it - go for the soppy chocolate Labrador. Jog on. Anyway, back to Blonde Girls Meow Meow trousers, I nearly blew it when she came to pick me up on signing out day. I jumped up at her and covered her in white hair. Then The Boy shows up (we share a bed with him and he’s my dad but not Blonde Girls dad, she seems to like him though), he gets the right hump when I ran around his newly cleaned black golf. Alright, i had just had a bath and I was a bit stinky, and the white hair didn’t look so good but I was excited!
The Boy went off to watch the football and Blonde Girl took me to St Johns Wood pet shop where she kitted me out in a hand beaded collar and a matching lead for her. She bought me a huge pack of biscuits, a new bed, some chews… doggy heaven.
May 7th, 2008 at 4:32 pm
The problem with stupid mutts like you are that you are far too easily pleased.
You also obey commands and even come when you are called.
Us cats are superior to all other animals and we demand obediance.
I will continue to read your dog blog.
Frankie and Princess Merlin
May 8th, 2008 at 9:35 am
Hello Mr Scruffy, let me introduce myself, I am Louis, an American dachshund in London…
I have to say I completely agree with you when it comes to kids… I grew up in Queens, NY where the streets are full of the little people. Being as irresistible as I am, I often found myself being squeezed, my ears pulled and my head scratched with a little too much enthusiasm, and I got so tired of all the abuse, I keep my distance from children now as much as I can.
I come from aristocracy (I was born in Alabama but am sure there is some Bourbon or French aristocracy in my blood), and I believe that a dog as noble as I am should not be handled so much. I like my space and keep my distance. I spend much of my days on a velvet cushion, watching the Food channel. The fashionista in my house is the daddy of the family, who has the most beautiful shoes (and tasty, yummy, my favourite treat as a puppy)…
May 9th, 2008 at 11:18 am
Mr Scruff! It CHappers here…I ain’t no nonce. I am more country folk… good ole country folk. Please don’t steal my bone again. I know you are from a home, but it ain’t cool. I do love you anyway. Lets go get muddy soon together again!
x
May 12th, 2008 at 11:16 am
Woof Woof Scruffy.
Just a quick email to say love your blog. You are sooo lucky working at Elle. I bet you get sent loads of freebies from designers like Bark Jacobs and Roberto Cavallead who want you to advertise for them.
Keep up the good work.
I have to go now, i’m going for a walk, hope its not a long one as my Jimmy Chews are killing me.