Get Your Tits Out for the Boys.....(and Girls!)

This weekend saw the departure of the Blue Tit chicks that hatched in the back garden. The parents were very attentive as their little brood left the nest box one by one. With much flapping of tiny ineffectual wings and noisy, nervous chirruping the brood were gone.....all but one. Alas, one little chap got left behind and was found on the ground hiding behind a plant pot by a very inquisitive Millie McEllis. 

A Tit in the Hand......

She was very good, although had I not intervened she may well have pawed it into submission, and I picked the little fella up and placed him higher up near the nest box so he could call for Mum and Dad and they could see him. Me and the puppies sat, we waited and we watched.........Mum and Dad had left with the brood and did not return to check on the straggler. Sadly, he did not make it and he departed this life before he ever took flight with the light of the sun fading rapidly on the day of Rapture.

Little 'Bob'

Talking of tits, the Rapture would appear to have passed us by without so much as a squeak from the (uncomfortable) sandals of those who would have us believe that God's wrath was upon us and the end was nigh....Mr Camping (a fine name Sir, a fine name!) would appear to have egg on his face and a rather embarrassed look in his eye. Next time perhaps Mr Camping could bear in mind that God clearly tells us that no one knows the day or hour of the Rapture (apart from Debbie Harry perhaps), God makes no mistakes, he was Born This Way!

Don't Be A Drag, Just Be A Queen!

And that nicely brings us nicely to another hot currant bun of a subject, the fantastic, unstoppable Lady of GaGa. The new album, eagerly anticipated by millions of dedicated followers is out tomorrow and having heard it I think it's rather accomplished, a heady mix of 80s rock, most definitely drenched by Madonna influences and just a sprinkling of Dolly Parton-esque vocals. In this day and age of the almighty download, go for Bloody Mary, Born This Way and Government Hooker, all stand out tracks in their own right. In fact, every track could be a single, no filler all killer.

GaGa of the Ladies!

Let's not forget that we also have our very own Lady GaGa....Millie-Moo McPudling, who is as they say, completely GaGa!!! Since last time I blogged, you will be pleased to hear that I have cheered up much, my ranting, moaning and general 'mood lethargy' being replaced by a cheerful demeanour and a happy outlook (it won't last!). Millie is still requiring much in the way of training when she sees and meets other dogs. It is my dream that one day we will go for a walk and we will not have our arms pulled out of our sockets or listen to the howling banshee from Hell as she tries to reach the dog she's seen....or cat for that matter! However, I must remember that her background is a traumatic one and who knows what goes on inside her little GaGa mind....she is and always will be our little Lady and I hope that she also retains an element of GaGa-ness throughout her life.....

Miss Millie-Moo "GaGa' Pudling

If it couldn't be GaGa enough there's always Maximillian Sydney Bruiser to add that extra portion of complete and utter madness! The 2nd most important man in my life has grown up into a little star. He is perfect, he's adorable, he's a loyal little chap and full to bursting of energy, fun and unconditional love. He is a joy and a pleasure to have around, apart from first thing in the morning when I am trying to sleep and he thrusts a tennis ball in my face and wants to play. At that moment, he is not perfect, adorable or fun. At. All. ! Max is going to be absolutely fit to bursting tonight as his Aunty Kay is coming for dinner with Uncle Jim.....he will POP with apoplexy! Methinks some updated pictures of the 'Kids' with Aunty Kay may be on the agenda.....

B for BONKERS!

Remember to enjoy this week's musical treat at the top of the page.....it's a summery, dancey little number so press 'play', turn it up and shake your hips to the music...maybe next week I'll "treat" you all to some GaGa. OK, that's your lot folks, I really do need to go and check on my Husband who is in the garden unsupervised, who knows what mischief he's getting up to out there without me to keep an eye on him!!! 

Tits would appear to be this week's theme.....!!!

Grumpy Old Man!

Yes people, it is true and I freely admit it, John Denton McKenna is one reeeeeeaaaaally grumpy old man at the moment.....I am not happy, I haven't smiled in days, cheerfulness has left me,  I am devoid of joy......and to add insult to injury, I am guilty of taking it out on the puppies. When we go out for a walk they're not spoken to, they're SHOUTED at and, although at the time I think it's justified, I end up getting home and feeling really guilty. When we do get home M & M are eager to get off their lead, out of their harness, scoff a treat and then they don't really want anything to do with me in the short term, but then why would they!?!?

Go away Dad, we're not interested!

At least my wonderful, handsome, ever-suffering Husband is still talking to me, although I reckon given half the chance he'd lock me in the shed at the bottom of the garden and tell me to get over it! Get over it I eventually will, but for now it's me against the dogs and in reality I think the dogs are silently and stealthily winning, which in itself is (sort of!!!) helping me out of my 'doom and gloom'. My only 'issue', if you can call it that, is Millie's absolute refusal to hear me or obey commands given by me, which just feeds the flames and stokes the fire of my negative mood....

Grumpy. Old. Man. aka Emperor Ming(er)

When we go walking and John takes Millie she is as good as gold, walking to heel perfectly and doing exactly as she is told, when she is told. She is his dog and she is devoted, which of course isn't the issue. When I take her for a walk she pulls and pulls and will not behave for me, will not hear me, blatantly ignores me and simply gets on with her own agenda....to Millie I am simply not there and will be ignored (unless I huff and puff and blow a gasket!).

Who are you???

John and I often joke that Max is my dog and Millie is John's dog and I suppose, in reality, they are. Millie is absolutely, completely and utterly devoted to John, it was John on his hands and knees in the woods trying to coax her out when she was a stray and it's John she looks for at home time. Max is Max and is happy with whoever but it's me that walks him and there are, I am told, comparisons between him and me in the mental department!!! 

Peas in a pod...

At the end of the day, there's only room for one Alpha male in the pack and Millie recognises him as John, and she is correct, he is the Alpha male, I just have to get over myself and recognise that I am, in Millie's eyes, not worthy. They give such unconditional love in the home, it's only when out walking that she ignores me, so what the hell is my problem....? 


I love my dogs and they love me (if I have food or a tennis ball!). 


Get over it McKenna!

We love you Dad!

The previous chapter of the blog mentioned the imminent arrival of Finley & Archie with Bella and Muffin from Ashtead. I am pleased to say that all went well and they all behaved themselves impeccably! Unfortunately I didn't take many pictures and the few that I did take are not very good. However, I am glad to report that there was no carnage, as was expected, Millie got on fine with the Boys and Max just played and played all day with them. It was lovely, not only for the dogs, but also for us to catch up with Bella & Muffin...a wonderful afternoon!

Millie in her new 'bling' for the Boys....

We also had Henry, Emma and James over for a BBQ on Sunday afternoon. Again, another corker of an afternoon, much enjoyment, great grub, laughs and sunshine. Henry had recently been in a bicycle accident and was attending with arm in sling and high on medicinal drugs. Emma, his long suffering girlfriend was on hand to give 'nursing care' as and when needed, while Little Brother James showed off a new 'do'.....looking very trendy in the process!

Max and his flat cap....

You will notice that there is a new addition to the front page of the blog called Max & Millie's Music. Click the play button to hear what the 'Little Darlings' are currently enjoying listening to. The track will change so keep checking in now and again for the latest additions. I will leave you with a video of happier times, when I wasn't a grumpy old man and enjoyed playing 'silly buggers' with Millie and Max.......enjoy....

The madness of Millie and Max!

P.S. We have Blue Tits nesting in the back garden and we can now hear the chicks calling for food......fledging chicks are imminent!!!