Walkies with Jester!

A few days ago, I went on a walk with my friend Jester, a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel. He's recently been in a dog hospital too, with a poorly stomach (though they never found out exactly what it was), so we were both supposed to be taking it easy. Of course, us Spaniels find that fairly difficult... We sprung from one side of the path to the other the entire time we were off-lead and, every time one of us sniffed something, the other came pounding up behind them, to see what was going on. It was tremendous fun!

Sadly, the humans didn't manage to get many photos of us doggies together as, obviously, we run pretty fast. The only other photo my human has of us outside together features me relieving myself on a big bush... It's a delight.
Afterwards, we visited a cafe where dogs are made welcome on the top floor of the building- unusual or what?! The humans had to carry me up and down the stairs because I'm not allowed to run up staircases (yet I still manage to a LOT) and I felt like a prince! "Oh, look at that puppy!" One couple commented. Yup, I'm an eight-year-old pup!
If you've got any recommendations for dog friendly cafes/restaurants, please tweet or comment below and let me know of them as my humans are always on the look out for places that I can go along with them to!
Talk soon, Jasper x

Finally Sporting a New 'Do

Back when I broke my leg, I had been long-due a haircut. My humans had literally called up that very morning asking the groomers if they had any appointments. Obviously, having a metallic leg is a slight problem when it comes to grooming as I could not stand up for one second, let alone three hours at that point! So, there went my haircut.

Not that I really needed one on one half of me... The vets had completely shaved me on one side before operating! 

That was very early April. Three months later, and all my hair had grown- including the one half that hadn’t been shaved-off in the first place…

Usually, my looks get me absolutely EVERYTHING but, with my wild layer of uneven fluff, they weren't helping as much as normal. Therefore, even though I hate the groomers', I knew the time had come for me to go.

The groomers’ was a traumatic experience to say the least. When my humans returned to pick me up, the groomer told them that I had been doing ‘jumps like I’ve never seen before’. Erm, they’re called Super Jumps, thank you very much. Yup, I had been springing vertically at heights of over five feet to try and break out of the grooming salon. Unfortunately, this technique didn’t quite work out and I was put in a crate with a tiny, white, fluffy doggie- coincidently, my favourite type of dog! No attempts to break out followed. 

Overall, the grooming part was horrific, the springing part half-hilarious, half-desperate and the crate part... Well, it was a moment in a crate to remember. 

So, here they are, pictures of me modelling my new ‘do:

Looking rather smart, don't you think?

Modelling break! No throwing of the ball, of course...

Pleeeeeease give me the ball, Humum...

Success!

Yup, I'm still rocking 'the Spike'- with my most intelligent facial expression.

Say Cheese!

Admittedly, my ears still look rather bedraggled but this is because my humans asked for my ears to remain mostly untouched- they love a good ol' ruffle!

Being a model is tough work but I hope you think it paid off. Those humans work me hard!

Talk soon, Jasper x