tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44012907225743328652009-03-02T06:55:15.370ZBin-raiders of the Lost (B)arkWelcome to Bin-raiders of the lost (B)ark.<br>
We are Chips, Beanz and Carlsberg, 2 dogs and a cat living in The Tip with our human, TJam.
<br>We are all superb rescue animals of Heinz variety, enjoying our 2nd chance to the full.
<br>Us dogs have a tendency towards bin-raiding. Carlsberg prefers mushroom pate on toast.Beanzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08591735545060096819noreply@blogger.comBlogger120125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401290722574332865.post-1608442533426967282008-12-31T23:59:00.001Z2009-01-02T21:42:51.439ZIndex of 2008In <a href="http://www.jumpthedog.com/2008/2008_01_01_archive.html">January</a> Chips was poorly, Carlsberg was allowed out onto the porch and there was flooding.<br /><br />In <a href="http://www.jumpthedog.com/2008/2008_02_01_archive.html">February</a>, TJam ran "<a href="http://www.jumpthedog.com/labels/what%20is%20it%20wednesday%202008.html">What is it Wednesday</a>", Carlsberg got her cat tree and we celebrated 6 years of our 2nd life with TJam.<br /><br />In <a href="http://www.jumpthedog.com/2008/2008_03_01_archive.html">March</a>, TJam and FlipTop wint to Crufts, Beanz got a bespoke collar and TJam got some novelty wellies. Chips fell in the canal and got back out again. We went to visit TJam's family and it was TJam's cousin's 40th.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.jumpthedog.com/2008/2008_04_01_archive.html">April</a> saw Fliptop turn 21. Beanz got lost and found and then chewed up a kitchen roll. Chips won a new bed in a caption competition.<br /><br />In <a href="http://www.jumpthedog.com/2008/2008_05_01_archive.html">May</a> we went camping in Wales during the gales and we went to the beach. We got rejected by You've Been Framed and Chips & Beanz got accepted as PAT dogs.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.jumpthedog.com/2008/2008_06_01_archive.html">June</a> was quiet and a little bird at school had chicks in the hanging baskets. <a href="http://www.jumpthedog.com/2008/2008_07_01_archive.html">July</a> was also quiet. Carlsberg got the run of the garden and Chips survived another batch of chocolate when Mum came to stay.<br /><br />In <a href="http://www.jumpthedog.com/2008/2008_08_01_archive.html">August</a>, everyone apart from Carlsberg went on holiday (not camping this year) and TJam met up with Towny Farm and her family. There was a continuing problem with rain in <a href="http://www.jumpthedog.com/2008/2008_09_01_archive.html">September</a>.<br /><br />Sadly, regular contributer, Dizzy died in <a href="http://www.jumpthedog.com/2008/2008_10_01_archive.html">October</a>. Chips and Beanz got in trouble with stealing a ham shank (and MORE chocolate. I know, I wouldn't believe it either) and TJam had some diabolicle knacker sausages. It snowed and the dogs shook mud all over the washing.<br /><br />In <a href="http://www.jumpthedog.com/2008/2008_11_01_archive.html">November</a>, Carlsberg caught her first mouse in ages. Chocolate featured. Chips weed on TJam's work bag and sat on the washing. In <a href="http://www.jumpthedog.com/2008/2008_12_01_archive.html">December</a>, there was another mouse, the humans went skating and then it was Christmas.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401290722574332865-160844253342696728?l=www.jumpthedog.com'/></div>Chipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10477936682387365255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401290722574332865.post-5057624612971308152008-12-25T00:05:00.002Z2008-12-25T00:05:00.864ZMerry Christmas<div align="center">HO HO HO</div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/dec9santa-715345.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/dec9santa-715338.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/dec91chips-715304.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 354px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/dec91chips-715299.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/dec8arctic-728737.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/dec8arctic-728603.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Merry Christmas from all of us.</span></div><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">If you've kept up this far, for all these years, you should be really proud of yourselves!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">(or see a doctor)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Have a fun filled, live for the moment kind of day, and eat as much turkish delight as you can manage (we know we will)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="color:#cc0000;">love from TJam, Chips, Beanz and Carlsberg</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#cc0000;">xxx </span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401290722574332865-505762461297130815?l=www.jumpthedog.com'/></div>TJamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10133203992366529169noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401290722574332865.post-84564483710102329482008-12-24T14:44:00.003Z2008-12-24T15:00:26.481ZCat's Christmas- by Carlsberg<br /><br /><div align="center">This week I have been <em>very</em> helpful with the wrapping. I love to jump underneath all the paper. TJam loves it when I do that, especially when she is trying to get everything done before Christmas.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Beanz has not been helpful at all. She has been sleeping in front of the fire.</div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/dec1wrap-736064.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/dec1wrap-736059.jpg" border="0" /></a> The humans had Christmas part 1. I helped Bamgee decorate the tree.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/dec2tree-703671.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 363px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/dec2tree-703666.jpg" border="0" /></a> I put the tinsel in its place by boxing it playfully.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/dec3box-703631.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 356px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/dec3box-703625.jpg" border="0" /></a>I found time to practise my <em>indignant </em>look.<br />GREEN tinsel?!?!<br />Whatever were they <em>thinking?<br /></em><br /><a href="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/dec4indignant-755703.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/dec4indignant-755568.jpg" border="0" /></a>I investigated the decorations and made sure they were up to scratch.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/dec5investigate-755535.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/dec5investigate-755532.jpg" border="0" /></a> I got in the decorations box to make sure TJam hadn't missed anything and while I was there, I had a little bite on those long dangly decorations that TJam won't use any more because I try to eat them and she has to pull them out of my throat.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/dec6tinsel-715135.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 396px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/dec6tinsel-715125.jpg" border="0" /></a> Then the humans had their Christmas dinner and I got some extra catnip drops for keeping out of the way.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/dec7dinner-715066.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/dec7dinner-715060.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div></div><br /></div><p align="center">Merry Cat's Christmas to you all!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401290722574332865-8456448371010232948?l=www.jumpthedog.com'/></div>Carlsberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05423760934687341598noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401290722574332865.post-29163699849621001192008-12-20T19:19:00.004Z2008-12-20T19:30:04.933ZGetting Christmassy- by Chips<br /><br /><div align="center">The humans left us at home last weekend, while they went off to get into the festive spirit. TJam, Bamgee and Hatty (that's her spy name) went into the town and got their blades on. There was only one fall in the whole hour and no blood was spilt. Bones remained intact too.</div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/decsakte-772641.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">Then they went to the European Market, which was jam packed, and had mulled wine and bought some Christmas presents. TJam says she is not getting us dogs anything, as we have her blood, sweat and tears (and money) all year round. I'm sure she must be joking though. They met Lamb Chop (that's her spy name) for a second glass of wine and then rolled home. They weren't too far gone to feed us, thank goodness.</div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/decmark-772692.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/decmark-772687.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401290722574332865-2916369984962100119?l=www.jumpthedog.com'/></div>Chipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10477936682387365255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401290722574332865.post-71920258354234557732008-12-19T14:56:00.002Z2008-12-19T15:01:16.192ZSquirrels - the Rematch- by Beanz<br /><br /><div align="center">So near yet so far, they tantalise me. Those bushy little tails, cute little chase-me eyes. This one clung stock still like that for AGES. So still I didn't even SEE it. Luckily TJam got in with the camera and I have to put up with taunts of, "Beanz the Squirreller? You're RUBBISH" and other such subtle ribbing.<a href="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/decsquir-746396.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/decsquir-746374.jpg" border="0" /></a>In other news, I have been wearing a new collar. It is a little bit heavier than my normal one but other than that, there doesn't seem to be any difference...<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401290722574332865-7192025835423455773?l=www.jumpthedog.com'/></div>Beanzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08591735545060096819noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401290722574332865.post-45363645421022705432008-12-05T18:14:00.002Z2008-12-05T18:17:27.385ZSnowmen- by Beanz<br /><br />The local kids built a snowman on the common.<br /><br />TJam let me have a look at it. She did't let me eat the carrot for a nose.<br /><br />Bamgee walked me. She is not so experienced in thinking ahead on my behalf to avert disaster.<br /><br />I was very gentle.<br /><br />I took the carrot and dropped it on the floor.<br /><br />I ate the carrot.<br /><br />I love snowmen.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401290722574332865-4536364542102270543?l=www.jumpthedog.com'/></div>Beanzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08591735545060096819noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401290722574332865.post-22447174308199538672008-12-01T08:48:00.004Z2008-12-01T09:21:45.511ZBusy Night23:00h Settled down for the night on TJam's shoulder. She has been away for the weekend so I was glad to see her. Plus there was a frost and it was cold.<br /><br />00:23h TJam disturbed me for a bathroom break. I moved onto the warm bit so she had to get back into the cold side of the bed.<br /><br />03:57h I felt nocturnal and went out in the garden.<br /><br />04:20h I brought my little mouse up into the bedroom to welcome TJam home properly.<br /><br />04:23h I gave my best, "I've got a little present for you" call.<br /><br />04:24h TJam clipped my claws the other day and because of this, I could not hold my prey securely and it ran under the bed. I ran after it.<br /><br />04:25h Chased mouse from out of my playtime paper bag.<br /><br />04:26h Mouse ran into the folded up plastic Christmas tree which is now out of storage and waiting to be put up. Distinct lack of help from TJam.<br /><br />04:27-04:34h TJam started to come to and say something that sounded to me like, "Oh Carlsberg! You are so clever! You've brought me a lovely present! Thank you!" She came over to look more closely at my gift. I patted it so she could have a go at catching it herself.<br /><br />04:35h TJam went for the humane mouse trap. I went into the other bedroom.<br /><br />04:37h Mouse ran into trap (no bait needed, it was glad to run into a dark space).<br /><br />04:38h Mouse deposited into garden.<br /><br />04:39h Garden too frosted up to use for toiletting purposes.<br /><br />04:40h TJam returned to bed.<br /><br /><br />04:44h Still experiencing thrill of the chase, so stalked around bedroom jumping on paper bags and all my toys.<br /><br />04:57h Went on pre-going-to-sleep patrol of the house.<br /><br /><br />05:13h Settled back down on the bed again. Purred contentedly.<br /><br />05:23h TJam's adrenalin levels returned to normal and she settled back to sleep.<br /><br />05:24h House quiet again.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401290722574332865-2244717430819953867?l=www.jumpthedog.com'/></div>Carlsberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05423760934687341598noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401290722574332865.post-698116422286720792008-11-27T19:12:00.002Z2008-11-27T19:15:20.926Z1st Rule of the Playground- by Carlsberg<br /><br /><div align="center">Rule 1: If you've licked it, it's yours.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/novlick-798684.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/novlick-798675.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401290722574332865-69811642228672079?l=www.jumpthedog.com'/></div>Carlsberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05423760934687341598noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401290722574332865.post-47477669803111528842008-11-24T12:43:00.003Z2008-11-24T12:53:37.970ZTemporarily Forgetting Yourself- by Beanz<br /><br />This morning I was innocently lying on my bed and TJam was making a call to the bank, on behalf of a (hitherto) reputable organisation. TJam got her diary to check something and put it on the windowsill.<br /><br />Chips thought she heard a noise outside and forgot temporarily that she is not allowed to jump on the windowsill. Such activity is forbidden since Chips jumped clean through the window in 2002 and the police had to ring TJam at work for her to come and get her dogs off the main road.<br /><br />Anyway, the automated person on the phone announced that the call would be recorded when TJam (also temporarily) forgot herself and shouted, "Get of my F***ing diary you stupid dog" as Chips put her muddy paw all over Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday and ripped the page right out and skidded it up the ledge.<br /><br />The call wasn't taken for another 90 seconds, so we are hoping the recording also didn't start until 90 seconds after the incident. If she heard anything, the operator didn't let on. TJam got stuff sorted with the bank.<br /><br />TJam did take a comedy photo of the diary for evidence, but it had confidential information on it so I can't post it. I will leave it to your imagination.<br /><br />PS I am not pointing the finger at others in this post because I have done so so very wrong that I am creating a diversion.<br />PPS Besides which, we have not told the person concerned about what I did so we can't publish it til we have sorted it out face to face with the wronged party.<br />PPPS Yes, this does mean that we might owe YOU an apology. If TJam phones you in the next few days, you should probably worry.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401290722574332865-4747766980311152884?l=www.jumpthedog.com'/></div>Beanzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08591735545060096819noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401290722574332865.post-71696460267859175552008-11-14T21:28:00.003Z2008-11-14T21:52:06.851ZJust Like Old Times- by TJam<br /><br />This evening I was sitting innocently by the computer, when I heard that past and distant "mraaawl" that Carlsberg used to do when she brought a mouse into the house.<br /><br />Of course it is nearly a year since Carlsberg was <s>incarcerated</s> provided with a spacious yet secure environment, and therefore nearly a year since the last mouse incident. Surely there are no mice in <em>our</em> garden. They wouldn't dare.<br /><br />So I didn't hurry to the front door. When I got there I wished I'd gone a bit slower. Force of habit, I took my camera with me... (you might need to click on the photo to enlarge it for full view)...<br /><br /><a href="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/novmouse-770548.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/novmouse-770537.jpg" border="0" /></a> Mr Mouse ran behind my shoes! Horror. I dug out the old mouse trap from under the sink and Mr M is now back in the garden. Whether that is with a body temperature of 37C or with rigamortis set in by now I couldn't rightly say, but Carlsberg seems to have lost her touch and couldn't put it out of its misery. Let's hope she doesn't decide to practise any more this evening.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401290722574332865-7169646026785917555?l=www.jumpthedog.com'/></div>TJamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10133203992366529169noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401290722574332865.post-38280928905327707322008-11-11T20:48:00.002Z2008-11-11T20:54:55.352ZNot So Bad- by Carlsberg<br /><br /><div align="center">In defence of Chips and her run of Very Naughty Doings (a couple of which could not be mentioned on a family blog) I would like to say that she is very good at sharing a bed.<a href="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/novsharebed-749667.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/novsharebed-749662.jpg" border="0" /></a> In the last couple of weeks, Chips has proved that 100g of dark chocolate is not so much of a problem for a 12.5kg as websites and vets would have you believe, even when chased with 8 soya based sausages, and that if you eat enough windfall apples you will wee more than usual.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Experiment complete.<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401290722574332865-3828092890532770732?l=www.jumpthedog.com'/></div>Carlsberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05423760934687341598noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401290722574332865.post-90972782502039003122008-11-10T22:49:00.002Z2008-11-10T22:51:59.338ZWashing part II-by Chips<br /><br /><div align="center">I decided that just shaking on the clean washing was not enough. To properly leave your mark you need to get right in there.</div><br /><div align="center">Boy am I popular this week.<a href="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/novwash-709348.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/novwash-709335.jpg" border="0" /></a> PS They could do with making laundry baskets just a tiny bit bigger to accommodate a wider variety of canines. I might write to my MP and suggest it.<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401290722574332865-9097278250203900312?l=www.jumpthedog.com'/></div>Chipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10477936682387365255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401290722574332865.post-30856302237474002392008-11-08T07:40:00.002Z2008-11-08T13:45:55.552ZCaught Short- by Chips<br /><br /><div align="center">If you are ever caught short in the night, might I suggest that an excellent place to wee is on top of your human's laptop bag? Especially if that laptop bag belongs to work.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Of course, you should only try this if you have excellent balance and aim.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">It goes down especially well if your human has left out a towel for you to wee on but you leave that towel bone dry.</div><br /><div align="left"><a href="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/novwee-791122.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/novwee-791118.jpg" border="0" /></a> PS, there was no laptop in the bag at the time and even if their had been, there would have been no damage done as the bag is fully waterproof. We have the proof and utterly endorse this make of bag.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401290722574332865-3085630223747400239?l=www.jumpthedog.com'/></div>Chipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10477936682387365255noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401290722574332865.post-32848842628080608222008-10-31T22:08:00.004Z2008-10-31T22:33:11.439ZSpooky Coincidences on Halloween<div align="center">- by Chips<br /><br /></div><div align="center">I don't know what gives you the idea that I have been up on the kitchen counter.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Um, no... I don't think TJam left out a tin of catfood... not that I've noticed anway...</div><div align="center">It must be a ghost photo...</div><div align="center">You're right, it really does look like I've got a tin of Whiskers in my mouth.</div><div align="center">Perhaps 100 years ago an agrieved cat vowed never to rest until her tin of catfood was found.</div><div align="center">Spooky.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/octcatfood-732577.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/octcatfood-732571.jpg" border="0" /></a> It is complete coincidence that this catfood tin is empty to the depth of 10cm and that my tongue is 10cm long. Who would have thought it.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/octcatin-732625.jpg" border="0" /></div><p align="center">Happy Halloween! Hope yours is not as spooky as ours.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401290722574332865-3284884262808060822?l=www.jumpthedog.com'/></div>Chipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10477936682387365255noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401290722574332865.post-18580082974298939842008-10-29T07:19:00.000Z2008-10-30T19:24:46.672ZSnow? In October?<p class="mobile-photo" align="center"><a href="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/IMG_1437-753869-754029.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/IMG_1437-753869-754023.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">- by Beanz </p><p align="center">Here is my photo entitled, "Quick let me back in the house, I need to grow<br />my winter coat."</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401290722574332865-1858008297429893984?l=www.jumpthedog.com'/></div>Beanzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08591735545060096819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401290722574332865.post-53612299357217492632008-10-27T17:46:00.004Z2008-10-27T17:49:53.745ZCatching Up- by TJam<br /><br />There is loads of blogging to catch up with.<br /><br />Like I have been on a treadmill. It was fun. And we got evacuated from the park so they could use it as a flood basin.<br /><br />But the first episode of the new series of Spooks is on tonight. Only 3 hours and 10 minutes to go. Just time to walk dogs and have tea.<br /><br />Hooray. I have been waiting 11 months for this. I feel another fan letter coming on.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401290722574332865-5361229935721749263?l=www.jumpthedog.com'/></div>TJamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10133203992366529169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401290722574332865.post-14025576734736848262008-10-21T22:35:00.004+01:002008-10-21T22:52:13.535+01:00TJam's Bad Hair Day<div align="center">- by Chips<br /></div><div align="center">Oh dear. Perhaps TJam should have put her "cheer you up in the morning lamp" to warp 21 this morning. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I know I didn't make it any better but I just couldn't <em>resist</em> going through the bins at the rugby club. Neither could Beanz. She performed a perfect version of her famous "Stand-until-TJam-turns-a-corner-then-run-for-it" move. It's all in the critical distance. Tjam was only saying the other day that she fancied trying CaniX, so I don't know why she was so furious.<br /></div><div align="center">And what other choice did we have when we got back from our walk but to shake? If TJam had only left the clean washing in the machine for a week til it went mouldy like she usually does, this would never have happened:</div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/octwash-724117.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/octwash-723893.jpg" border="0" /></a> It's not that TJam is anal or annoyed or anything, but she had to go for a 2nd close up, just in case you were in any doubt:</div><div align="center"><br /></div><a href="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/octwashmacro-724557.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/octwashmacro-724219.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a> Once it's on the bed she'll never notice.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401290722574332865-1402557673473684826?l=www.jumpthedog.com'/></div>Chipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10477936682387365255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401290722574332865.post-20720631998702941612008-10-20T21:31:00.006+01:002008-10-20T22:03:21.632+01:00Sausages- by Beanz<a href="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/octsausage-748359.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/octsausage-748355.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">TJam got these vegan sausages.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">When she looked at their name properly she seemed a bit nervous.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I don't know why, and I would be happy to help her out.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">(Our American friends may like to read the following extract from Wikipaedia:</div><div align="center">"A knacker is a person in the trade of rendering animals that are unfit for human consumption, such as horses that can no longer work. This leads to the slang expression "knackered" meaning very tired, or "ready for the knackerās yard", where old horses are slaughtered and made into dog food and glue. </div><div align="center">"Knackers" is also British/Australasian slang for testicles")</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Which begs the question:</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Who named these sausages and are they <em>really</em> suitable for vegans?</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">PS TJam's mum, I hope you did not read this blog entry.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401290722574332865-2072063199870294161?l=www.jumpthedog.com'/></div>Beanzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08591735545060096819noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401290722574332865.post-76076640074837725242008-10-13T22:20:00.003+01:002008-10-13T22:21:50.473+01:00Job Done- by Carlsberg<br /><br />Today I jumped on the keyboard and stood for a long time on the delete button so the whole of TJam's inbox was wiped out.<br /><br />Then I pretended I didn't know <em>what</em> was going on and acted indignant when TJam pushed me off the keys.<br /><br />That should keep her busy for a while.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401290722574332865-7607664007483772524?l=www.jumpthedog.com'/></div>Carlsberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05423760934687341598noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401290722574332865.post-469952946619596072008-10-11T12:05:00.007+01:002008-10-11T12:37:44.614+01:00Sesame Street- by TJam<br /><br />This post is brought to you by the letters W H A T T H E B L O O M I N G H E C K I S G O I N G O and N, and by the number 7.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">7 possible titles for this post from TJam's point of view:</span><br />1. Bad things happen in 3s<br />2. Too ashamed to tell you what I did<br />3. Chocolate<br />4. I don't know how I'm going to make the last couple of days sound funny<br />5. Beanz and the Lamb Shank<br />6. Sorry I was late (I was cleaning up dog sick)<br />7. You know you're going to be mentioned on this blog when TJam asks you what you want your spy name to be<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">7 possible titles for this post from Chips's point of view:</span><br />1. Mmmm chocolate<br />2. Mmmm activated charcoal<br />3. Why did you leave out so little?<br />4. All's well that ends well<br />5. Grrr I can't believe Beanz got to the lamb shank first<br />6. Sorry about the sick in the cupboard under the stairs<br />7. I'm fine. Will you stop looking at me?<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">7 possible titles for this post from Beanz's point of view:</span><br />1. I must remember to jump up on the kitchen counter in the middle of the night<br />2. My Lamb Shank<br />3. My sprint across the field<br />4. Foiled by the 2 human pincer move expertly executed by TJam and B1B2 (that's her spy name)<br />5. How to remember where things are and go back to look for them<br />6. Please don't buy a remote spray collar<br />7. Well, if you ever think that you have got things under control, of course a dog will have to put you in your place<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Possible photos to illustrate this post:</span><br /><br /><div align="center"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="304" alt="" src="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/aprplanb-789654.jpg" width="219" border="0" />Remember this?</div><div align="center">Ah yes, activated charcoal.</div><div align="center">Hello old friend.</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/octblue-720588.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/octblue-720586.jpg" border="0" /></a> When I downloaded my photos, I found this one of the sky 2 weeks ago. See<br />how blue it was that one day.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/octlambshank-737876.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/octlambshank-737873.jpg" border="0" /></a> Lucky we had a meat eating frient with us to identify the booty.<br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/octleave-737905.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/octleave-737901.jpg" border="0" /></a> See, we <em>can</em> leave it if we have to. Wait... why are you putting that in the bin?</p><p align="center"><em>WAIIIIITTTTTT!</em> </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"></p><p align="left">PS Good luck B2<br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401290722574332865-46995294661959607?l=www.jumpthedog.com'/></div>TJamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10133203992366529169noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401290722574332865.post-34137199815351259572008-10-07T20:40:00.003+01:002008-10-07T22:39:05.909+01:00Don't Say I Never Give You Anything- by Chips (no photos)<br /><br />The unconditional love of a dog does not have monetary value and I have nothing else to give.<br /><br />Or so I thought until the other night.<br /><br />The following morning TJam had a veritable <em>feast</em> of <em>stuff</em> awaiting her. I managed to raid the bin all over the kitchen floor (2 rotting peaches) and leave 3 substantial samples of urine, faeces and vomit in 3 different locations. Got the phone wires in the trajectory, and the desk leg.<br /><br />Surely TJam could not ask for anything more.<br /><br />I know she appreciated it from all the squealing and dancing about, collecting souvenirs.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401290722574332865-3413719981535125957?l=www.jumpthedog.com'/></div>Chipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10477936682387365255noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401290722574332865.post-30402705558362325412008-10-01T22:19:00.003+01:002008-10-01T22:44:56.115+01:00Dizzy Departs- by Carlsberg<br /><div align="center"><a href="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/octdizz-701167.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/octdizz-701162.jpg" border="0" /></a> Dizzy</div><div align="center">A hazy time around 1991- 1st Oct 2008</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">It is with feline sadness that I report Dizzy has made her final visit to the vet, and is now in the great cattery in the sky.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Dizzy arrived at TJam's student accommodatioin around the 1991 mark. Her housemate Mandy, overheard a woman in the ASDA queue saying that she had some kittens going, so she took it upon herself to bring one home.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Living in a student house in Madchester, Dizzy used up many of her 9 lives. She slipped on the window ledge and fell out of 1st floor window, she did 2 rotations in a tumble dryer (TJam says she wishes she had reported them to the police. Alex - shame on you) and she attended her fair share of student parties (I'm not saying laws were broken or anything but she wasn't a stranger to passive smoking). </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">She was a dab hand at the allnight essay writing sessions.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">TJam's housemates got a cat they liked better, but that Dizzy didn't like at all. They wanted to get rid of Dizzy and keep the cat that cuddled them. So Dizzy went to London to live with TJam's mum and dad. She used up lives 4 and 5 travelling in a Rover Metro down the M1 at ahem, 70 mph, and when she met their dog for the first time and ran up the curtains.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Dizzy lived upstairs and inventively used the toilet window to enter and exit her penthouse.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">And there she lived out her days, with TJam's dad pretending not to like cats and by keeping everyone on their toes by pretending to be friendly and then going for them and drawing blood when least expected.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">These last few days she made it clear it was time to check out, and check out she has.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">I'll miss your witty comments on my blog (unless... you couldn't... could you?)</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Chase a few birds up there for me!</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">love from Carlsberg</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">PS Is it too soon to ask if you had any treats left over that you couldn't manage to eat?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401290722574332865-3040270555836232541?l=www.jumpthedog.com'/></div>Carlsberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05423760934687341598noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401290722574332865.post-84921485269412740572008-09-20T13:34:00.003+01:002008-09-20T13:39:16.000+01:00Not As It Seems- by Carlsberg<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">You might think from this picture that I am lounging around (note the SUN, that is a bright yellow ball in the sky that we see twice a year) on a beautifully cultivated lawn...</div><a href="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/sepgrass1-703910.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/sepgrass1-703905.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>but in fact...</p><a href="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/sepgrass2-703954.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/sepgrass2-703947.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>TJam has built me the tiniest litter tray of grass for me to eat and use as I see fit.</p><p align="center">I suppose it's better than nothing although it wouldn't do for me to grow any more.</p><p align="center">PS It was my gotcha day on Monday and there was a distinct lack of celebrating. I am 6.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401290722574332865-8492148526941274057?l=www.jumpthedog.com'/></div>Carlsberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05423760934687341598noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401290722574332865.post-3312028900342814162008-09-19T19:18:00.004+01:002008-09-19T19:23:11.363+01:00A Time and a Place- by Beanz<br /><br />Is the vet'nery surgery a place for comedy?<br /><br />Today I had to go the V. E. T. to a certain intimate procedure. Think sacs. Think anal.<br /><br />So, I was in the waiting room, and my v. e. t. Alex (there now Alex, you're named and shamed) thought it was funny to come into the waiting room, call my name and ping his rubber glove on his upheld hand.<br /><br />How the humans laughed.<br /><br />Revenge is best served cold.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401290722574332865-331202890034281416?l=www.jumpthedog.com'/></div>Beanzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08591735545060096819noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401290722574332865.post-76014388077651153002008-09-15T21:55:00.002+01:002008-09-15T22:04:10.497+01:00Go APE!!!- by Chips<br /><div align="center">Look what they are building where we go walking...</div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/sepgoape-742874.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.jumpthedog.com/uploaded_images/sepgoape-742867.jpg" border="0" /></a> It is GO APE!</div><div align="center"><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">TJam is excited about the prospect of swinging through the trees (and doing a Tarzan ahhhh-eee--ahhh-eee-ahhhhhhh-eee-ah-eee-ahhhhhhhhh)</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">and I am excited that the workmen keep leaving their butties out on a tree stump and since they are up the trees, working, they can't get at me to stop me eating them until it is too late. and they don't learn to to leave their lunch out. And they just put a flimsy piece of tape out that says, "Keep Out" in human writing that I <s>pretend I</s> can't read. Yay!</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401290722574332865-7601438807765115300?l=www.jumpthedog.com'/></div>Chipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10477936682387365255noreply@blogger.com3