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.....

Today Slawit Bob is mostly walking in the country....

Even though the morning was far from promising, Slawit Bob, the Master and the Mistress sallied forth into the Mollicarr Woods for a walk in the country.

The stream was pretty full and running furiously over rocks and under logs. Slawit Bob managed not to fall in.

On closer investigation the bluebells were actually flowering but they didn't seem too keen on really making an effort as it was pretty cold and grey. Slawit Bob was very pleased to be wearing his coat although he thinks he could do with  a new one as this is getting a bit tight around the middle....

Here we see our hero dispappearing into the wild blue (grey) yonder enjoying his first real moments of freedom from the constraints of the lead....

Last Wednesday, Slawit Bob was visiting Knaresborough....

Gosh - what a hoot!  The mistress is pretending to throw me into the Dropping Well.

Haha - erm I think she's only pretending....

Slawit Bob is mostly relaxing before his arduous trip to the Dropping Well. He has heard that it is quite a trek. Might as well make the most of the opportunity to sit on the master's lap.

These caves are all very well but you can't beat four walls and a door Slawit Bob says.....

Slawit Bob mostly entertains himself this week...

It's just as well that the sun has been shining this week and Slawit Bob has been able to get on with the gardening.

Slawit Bob is mostly wondering why he is having to amuse himself.

Slawit Bob is not impressed with Cheltenham Festival and has decided to sulk.

Slawit Bob at school...

Do I have to....?

And yes he does - Slawit Bob is mostly not awfully interested in being trained.

If he avoids eye contact he can pretend he's somewhere else.

But it's no good - his greed lets him down and he will do anything for a treat!!!

Slawit Bob works on the allotment.

It was a particularly lovely early spring day so Slawit Bob decided that he would help with the heavy work on the allotmnent.

Slawit Bob was not convinced that his efforts were appreciated so he decided that he would work alone.

He quite enjoyed working in the sun and did what he could, rootling around in the earth. He did rather resemble a floor cloth at the end of the morning.

Slawit Bob doesn't really think that he will ever be what you might call white and squeaky clean - life is far too exciting and muddy.

PS Slawit Bob would like it to be known that at his training class last night he had a

1 to 1 with the trainer who was stunned at his brilliance and general cleverness. Slawit Bob was duly gracious in receipt of this praise but not surprised.

Today, Slawit Bob has mostly been playing in the garden.

It may seem that Slawit Bob has laid a curious egg but he would like to reassure his followers that he is merely playing hide and seek with his squeaky ball. The squeaky ball won. It has managed not to be found.

Slawit Bob denies all knowledge of its whereabouts and goes off to kill a daffodil which is threatening his peace of mind.

Today, Slawit Bob is mostly trying to climb the stairs...

Climbing up is easy.

Getting down requires a wistful look in order to elicit sympathy from the nearest  pair of hands which are required to carry him safely back to terra firma.

Slawit Bob's new best friend...

Slawit Bob is introduced to Smithy who lives up Lingards Road.

Smithy isn't really bothered and doesn't want to be disturbed...

In fact, he can't see why he has to be polite. After all - Slawit Bob is a bit of a pipsqueak and rather beneath the notice of a dog with undeniable gravitas...

Early photos.

Whilst checking out earlier pictures, Slawit Bob thought he'd like everyone to see some baby pictures.

So here we are ...

Today, Slawit Bob is mostly entering into the big wide world...

Slawit Bob views the prospect of entering Slawit with some trepidation.

He would like to leave it for another day.

But his cruel owners force him on to the streets and the effort is all too much for him and now he just wants to rest . Although he did feel rather smug when everyone he met said how beautiful he was. Collecting the papers in the morning will now take rather a long time  he thinks, as he has to greet his adoring public...