Ronnie's Got a Funny Tummy!

Oh dear! Poor Ronnie's gone down with a dose of the yorkie belly gurgles.

He's been mooching around all day making strange glooping sounds and not very happy with himself. It started yesterday and I suspect it might have something to do with his eating all that broccoli the evening before.

Ronnie likes raw broccoli stalks.

He always hangs around in the kitchen while I'm preparing the evening meal and I usually throw him a stalk which he crunches up with great gusto. Then he waits for the next bit. Daisy, our other yorkie hangs around for it too, but she doen't eat so much before getting bored and going to beg at the door to the utility room where we stash the infinitely more interesting doggy snacks. Interesting to her, anyway.

Ronnie is a different story. Well, he is strange! He'd rather eat broccoli stalks than those nice doggy snacks. But he was a little too enthusiastic and ate Daisy's broccoli stalks that she left lying around the floor - more than was probably good for him. Hence his gurgly tum!

He's a bit better now, though. He just ate his food and no doubt will be back to the usual mad half hour running around the house like a lunatic that was sorely missed last night!

It's only a short story today as it's getting late already and will soon be time to go to bed. That's if Ronnie hasn't left us a little present to clean up somewhere...

Come back again soon!

The Squeaky Toy

Ronnie has got this great furry squeaky toy that he loves to play with. That's when I let him. Which isn't often, as it drives me insane!

It's usually hidden somewhere (I find some ingenious places) but Janice finds it and gives it to Ronnie when I'm out of the room. Then the craziness begins.

Ronnie is delighted to the nth degree with finding his long lost toy (which in doggy time is probably a month of Sundays) and runs with it onto the sofa and sets about making it squeak as fast and furiously as he can.

Squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a...

RONNIE!

Squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a...

RONNIE!!!!

Squeak-a, squeak-a, squea-eak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a...

I come stomping into the room hoping the sound of thudding feet will stop him

Squeak-a, squeak-a, squea-ea-eak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squea-ea-eak-a, squeak-a...

Then I make a lunge for the toy. Ronnie is about ten times quicker than me and he's off the sofa charging over to the other side of the room, fluffy thing clamped in his jaws...

Squeak-a, squeak-a... squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a

I chase him and he turns hard left and is off down the stairs.

Silence.

He's probably hiding under one of the beds, so I don't bother chasing him. So normality returns and I can sit down in front of the TV with my cup of tea and relax...

Squeak-a, squeak-a... squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a... squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a... squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a... squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a...

Ronnie's Little Foibles

Ronnie often sits on my lap while I'm typing away at the computer, so this time I had the camera to hand and as he gawped at me I pointed it at him and fired. To my surprise, he didn't even blink at the flash! What I captured is probably the clearest picture of the little rascal's face that ever took!

So Ronnie has a lot of strange ways and idiosyncrasies too numerous to to list in one single post, so I'll cover one of them here.

He has this bizarre habit of sitting on the floor and staring at me while I sit watching the TV. Then he utters a short moan, like he's clearing his throat. Ermmm!

I look at him and say "What do you want, boy?"

He sits there, blank look on his unmoving face. Nothing. Nobody home. I turn my attention back to watching the TV.

Ermmm!

"What?"

Nada. Zilch. The lights are all out and there's nobody home.

A few minutes later... Ermmm!

"RONNIE WHAT???"

More life out of that yellow stuffed duck! "Is there anybody in there?" Silence. Not a movement. Not a twitch of the whisker nor flick of the tail!

More silence. Then...

Ermmm!

In the end I get up and move towards him. But Ronnie moves faster. He comes to life in an instant, then jumps the four feet between us like a cat, lands on the sofa in the spot I just vacated and retrieves the half inch long piece of chew-stick that I was sitting on.

And we call them dumb animals!

Come back again soon to see what he's been up to next!

Ronnie Writes His Own Blog!

Well that's what you'd think if you walked into my office just now and saw Ronnie perched on my lap as I sit in front of the PC with his paws on the keyboard and a view of his blog on the screen!

It is one of those priceless moments that only happen once. So here I am, completely alone and frantically searching my desk for the digital camera that I left there only yesterday...

You guessed, the camera is nowhere to be seen! Ronnie could be typing this right now for all anyone would ever know! One of life's little ironies.

Ok, he's had enough and is curled up in my lap as I type. Its true! Ronnie isn't typing this. Honest. Well, he can't type because he's a dog and dogs can't type.

Except when we're in our beds fast asleep, of course. Then the dogs have the TV on watching re-runs of Lassie eating bowls of chips and olives drinking my beer out of the fridge. Daisy sends emails to all her friends and Ronnie surfs the internet for the latest must-have handheld games devices. If we go out for the evening, they invite all their friends round for a party, where Daisy dances on the tables in her bikini and Ronnie smokes cigars and plays cards with all the boys. They always know the sound of our car as it pulls up, so they have enough advanced warning to shoo all the guests out the back door and clear the place up before we get the key in the door.

Ok, maybe I'm exaggerating just a little. Being a little economical with the truth. Or perhaps that's what the dogs dream about when they're curled up asleep somewhere. Who knows?

Whatever you think though, it really is a dog's life!

Come back soon for some more lunacy with Ronnie, the Strange Dog!

The Duck...

Ronnie has quite an assortment of toys to play with and he often helps himself to whatever he feels in the mood to play with from the toybox. But out of all the toys, his favourite must be the yellow duck.

When he has his mad half hours (chasing around the house like a maniac) he usually grabs the duck out of the box, runs full pelt across the floor with it in his mouth, then leaps halway across the room to land on the sofa, where he shakes the poor thing to death about a dozen times!

Eventually he gets bored with it and leaves it lying around somewhere, so someone has to put it back in the box. As soon as it's put away and my back is turned, Ronnie is back and the duck is dropped at my feet for a game of "make the duck fly and I'll chase it", so the whole crazy acrobatic is repeated. And again. And again. And again...

I try to wear him out by throwing it down the stairs, but he just never seems to get tired of charging all the way down to get it. He just trots happily up again with the poor yellow duck in his mouth, sagging, tired and defeated. But in a death grip. Oh, yeah... Sometimes, Ronnie just won't let go, then it's tug of war time. You would not believe how strong that little guy is! He yanks at it so hard sometimes that it gets loose even from my strong grip (I'm a bass guitar player so I have a real strong grip). Then it's off across the floor again with his prize for another round of zany fun!

Like a cat, when he jumps, he seems to glide effortlessly through the air. Trying to get a shot of him on camera when he is having one of these mad moments is way too hard as he is just sooo fast.

So, as you can see from the picture above, the only time I seem to be able to nail him down for a mugshot is when he wants to take a nap - guarding his prize from anyone who would dare to take it from him!!!

Daisy managed to get in on the act for the shot at the bottom of the page - well, she is the original drama queen!

Well. I hope you like Ronnie's Blog. He really is a strange dog. Come back again soon to see what else he's been up to!