Autumn with Slawit Bob

The Robert Ashton Memorial Park in Meltham is a delightful place for Slawit Bob to be let off the lead for a romp. He says that you can't beat a good romp with an old tennis ball.....

Romp on Slawit Bob....

Spring in Slawit with Slawit Bob...

Slawit Bob has not felt the urge to keep up with his blog recently. 

Life has been quite quiet and he has been content to let it pass him by.

HOWEVER - recently he has been rather taken aback by the sudden onset of an

Arctic winter and icy blasts.

"This is not what I call fun!" he thinks.

He is a bit worried in case he is mistaken for a polar bear and trusts that his camouflage 

will ensure his safety.

We hope so too....

A Crisis of Identity...

Slawit Bob apologises to his many fans and followers for his absence  but he is assuming the manners and MO of your average meerkat.

He feels that it is incumbent upon him to check out exactly what is going on on the mean streets of Slawit in order not to miss anything...

After all - there may be a seriously dangerous toddler marauding up and down frightening old ladies.

Or even a frightening old lady.

Slawit Bob will keep us safe.

We are just so grateful...

Where would we be without Slawit Bob???

Today, Slawit Bob is mostly sitting on a plant pot....

Slawit Bob finds that when he sits on a large plant pot, apart from the satisfaction to be gained from squishing plants to make a comfy cushion, he is able to see what is going on outside the confines of the garden.

It enables him to bark at unsuspecting passers-by who are somewhat alarmed to be barked at from a great height.

Slawit Bob knows how to enjoy himself....

Slawit Bob is mostly grubby today...

Slawit Bob has just taken the master for a stroll along the canal.

This is not the best of walks for a white dog on a wet day.

The knowledge has just dawned on Slawit Bob that the consequences of his insouciant leaping into puddles and mud will no doubt result in yet another shower and argument with the hair-dryer.

Oh dear...........

Slawit Bob has a hair cut...

The dreaded day has dawned ...

Something Must Be Done About Slawit Bob Before He Is Mistaken For A Floor Mop...

Before

He knows that  something is in the air - and he is afraid - he is very afraid.....

After

"Well," thinks Slawit Bob. "This is what my home looks like. Not too bad. Nice to see it at last. Nice to see everyone at last!"

How long will Slawit Bob look like that? Oh - at least until the morning when he will as usual romp through the Slawit mud and mire.

But for a brief, shining hour he is very beautiful - and clean.

 Thanks must go to

'Wuff Cuts' of Golcar....

Don't know how she did it...

Normal service will be resumed quite quickly I should think.



A Milestone for Slawit Bob...

This week, Slawit Bob has mostly been losing his milk teeth. This was one of the first. Goodness knows where the others are....!

Slawit Bob has also been practising cocking his leg on clumps of tall weeds.

He's one of the big boys now.....