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.....