British Bulldog

Now I may need to explain this slightly "odd" photo....the object, on the right is not one of Richard Attenborough's trilobites...it is in fact Nigella's meatloaf which I have just been covering with strips of streaky bacon.
Watching me intently has been Frankie, who seems to have made herself very much at home thank you very much. She is obviously clingy, so it is a case where you goes she goes but so far peace has reigned at Bwythyn-y-llan with the other dogs still ignoring this strange lumbering beastie!
She refused her usual meal of tripe this morning ( I have never in my life smelt something so disgusting) but did scoff the lot after I sat down and hand fed it to her! We have not seen her wee or drink anything as yet but no doubt there is a puddle of something lurking around the lino somewhere.......Resorting to past experience we have attempted to toilet her 2 hourly
Albert flitted past her earlier and she lifted her head briefly from a fitful doze on the couch, before collapsing back to sleep......she just could not be arsed doing anything more
Start as she means to go on, me thinks 

- Quickstep - Strictly Come Dancing 2010

 
I am not a fan of Welsh Rugby Player Gavin... but his kiss with camp judge Bruno was inspired!!!!!

The New Girl

It is 23.17pm and this blog is for Mandy (Frankie's previous and very loving owner)
Constance (Frankie) is safely shut up into her crate in the kitchen
She has sat with Chris all night on his couch, and has snored doggy snores even when fully awake...
It has been delightful watching Chris and her interact, as both of them possess deadpan expressions ( Constance only has little piggy eyes for him!).... and I have a sneaky suspicion that Chris will really take to this new, ungainly and rather handsome lady! All through the x factor we have heard farts galore and snores abundant.........so much so, Chris remarked somewhat dryly that if I died I would be reincarnated into a British Bull dog.
day one has gone alright
( see the rest of today's blogs for the gist of the day!)

Matt Cardle sings Goodbye Yellow Brick Road - The X Factor Live show 6 -...

Now I absolutely HATE Elton John...so tonight's homage to him on the x factor left me cold as a bloody iceberg.......mind you most of the singing was drowned out by bull doggy snoring from the couch!

Matt's still a real cutie though!!!!!

Animal number 93

She came home with us this afternoon.
Amid more heavy breathing than would be expected from a stereotypical pervert, Frankie ambled into the cottage with the air of a depressed bariatric sumo wrestler.
The dogs with varying degrees of mild interest, vague disgust and friendly indifference seem to have accepted  the presence of this strange looking, nasally challenged new bitch ( so far) and could only stare (open mouthed.....well almost) when she climbed up onto the couch to sit with Chris after ambling around the cottage 

Hey ho

A change of personality

I won't bang on anymore about "the storm", bloody hell, it wasn't exactly a soddin tornado or anything, and the sympathy I received from you American readers humbled me somewhat into silence....I know, I know, I am an over dramatic Welsh queen with a flair for the Shelley Winters! Nuff said.

Anyhow,

We are just about to go and see Frankie for the first time.We are taking George with us and will take things slow. If Frankie has not really grasped her name then if we take her, I would like to rename her if I can. Frankie just does not do it for me.....of course I have picked a name with a "similar " feel to it and that would be Connie ( Sunday name Constance)......Bulldogs look such an unlikely Constance, I kind of liked the slight irony of it.

Well, I will post some pictures of "Connie" later and of course Saturday is "Matt Cardle" day, so I will be frothing at the mouth and getting all girly over him later......be prepared for another Matt video later.....

from left to right Janet, Ann and the ex soap actor Frazer Hines

I must pause slightly from my usual Matt worship to praise my sister's continual efforts to raise money for Motor Neurone Disease Association. In a matter of weeks she has fronted several initiative and has raised nearly 4000£! not bad for a somewhat shy lady from Prestatyn who before all this was quite content to remain quietly in the background of any social event.

http://supportingandrew.blogspot.com/

Now you could see her, celebrities have been buttonholed, reams of letters written and local businesses flattered, cajoled and encouraged to take part in scheme after scheme, without feeling pressurised or bullied.

Her transformation reminds me of  Tess McGill's in Working Girl

If you have a minute ,have a look at the above blog which outlines her work.

My brother ( who has a version of motor neurone) must be very proud of her 

Clean up

I won't bore you with the details but suffice to say that I have spent most of the morning cleaning up after last night's storm. Most but not all of my shed has been retrieved- one door has alluded me so far..bugger only knows where it ended up! I am shattered today, I was up four times during the night
BBC News (stormy weather)
Red and the five other quail have been released from the confines of the shed and have been set up in their own little run next to Bunny.
The geese have found these little scraps endlessly fascinating and have stood watching them for the past hour or so.

Bollocks

My shed literally exploded around 9pm

God only knows where the sides and the roof are......somewhere over at Pippa's house on the other side of the Church no doubt!

Dressed in Chris' pyjama bottoms and an anorak, I took my trusty wind up torch to survey the storm damage so far ( according to the met office , the wind is due to get worse!)

Not only had my shed sailed merrily over Trelawnyd, the duck house roof had almost peeled away and Bunny's enclosure ( for those that dont know Bunny is the hen that was crippled by the infamous dog attack of a couple of years ago)......has all but been destroyed ( Bunny was safe in her rabbit hutch which I had already weighted down with bricks)

Hughie, Ivy and Alf are still hanging on in there in the Elm tree