Tribute to The Boo

This is the Logo I shall have on the new Narrow boat as a tribute to my dear old Boo 

Boo in the snow

Boo could never make out what the snow was, one day it was there them it was gone again. If you threw a snowball she would chase after it then be surprised when she couldn't find it. She would run along pushing the snow with her nose until her head was covered and she couldn't see, then shake it off and do the whole thing again.

Message from The Boo

I’m in doggy heaven now and meeting up with all my old lost doggy chums, there’s the two Ben’s, Pipper, Old Jo, Red, Mac, Bonnie and so many more all were waiting to greet me and all looking healthy and happy. I shall miss the old chap but life on that side of the bridge was becoming tiresome and uncomfortable here there is none of that just fun and frolicking. I shall, of course, keep an eye on him to make sure he stays safe as I know what a silly old duffer he can be and will send him a Boo fart if he strays too far or forgets our time together.

Boo in her youth

Just a few pic’s of the old lady. A tribute to her 14 years as a faithful friend the last one is my favorite The very last Pic was added today 12/01/2013 and was taken in 2004 by a friend 

The Boo and the window cleaner

In bathroom and can hear someone tapping and calling out hello, looked in back bedroom and there’s the window cleaner waving and pointing down. Puzzled so went to window and looked. Guy must have come into back garden without realising patio door was part open now at top of ladder while The Boo sat at the bottom with that “this is gonna be fun” look on her face.

She’s ok she won’t hurt you. Oh yea then why does it growl every time I try and go down, demonstrates by stepping down one rung, The Boo turns and walks away, the guy takes another step down and she’s back at the bottom of the ladder with her this is the best bit of fun in ages look. The look of disappointment on her face, and look of relief on his, when I went down and called her in and shut the door. He scurried out the back gate; The Boo looked out with a disappointed and bored look before coiling up in her bed, parting with a fart and nodding off.

why a new bed

What is it with you humans one goes to the trouble of getting one’s bed just to one liking, the shape nicely moulded to fit ones favourite reclining position, the odour just right to give a welcoming smell and a declaration of ownership and you throw it out and replace it with a featureless odourless pile of quilted tat that’s going to take me ages to get to an acceptable level of comfort. And no, it nor I harbour fleas.

Now to make things worse He’s sprayed it with some sort of perfume I shall smell like one of those old lady’s that always get up one’s nose and who, if it wasn’t for the treats they bring, would get severely bitten. Also I will now be ostracised by all the other dogs for weeks, no welcoming noses up the rump, thanks mate .

You would think that after 12 years ( and that’s 12 of his years) of training he would get it right but no, is it any wonder we all bark up the wrong tree.

gosport

Don’t like this place as much as up at the boat the garden is small and to tidy and nobody walks past for me to greet. We have to go in the car to a place where I can have a sniff around. Jumped down from back of car the other day and jarred my back leg now the arthritis Is really playing up and I can’t walk far. The weather’s on the turn am not looking forward to the cold. The boss has got me a coat but I can’t get used to having it on my back, he doe’s put a hot-water bottle in my bed at night which is nice and does help with the old aches and pains.