Tuesday, 15 March 2011
Scrabble says what are they?
Coo...Time has slithered away like soap bubbles down the plug hole.
Scrabble is now eleven months old and we have two smaller editions..well not so little really. Now they are quite chunky. Like miniature rugby players with slightly bowed legs and meaty thighs. They were like two starvin'Marvins when we first got them just before Christmas..Eli had them curled up inside a couple of home made Xmas stockings and when she handed them over to her father..he had asked for a thirty two foot long fishing boat it should be remembered..he at first thought they were stockings with hot porridge, or worse, in the bottom.. When the two almost completely hairless heads emerged it was not at all clear whether they were puppies or large mutant rats. The mange had left them with big sores and lots of pink skin. The pictures above are after they have been to the vet,(at huge expense and thank you Eli) fed vast amounts of high protein food(thank you David) and tea spoons full of cod liver oil...and loved til they knew no escape for around two or three weeks.
The woman who bred them just didn't have a clue. She thought it was enough to give them breakfast cereal. They both had horror movie worms...and we did wonder whether or not they might just explode after we first fed them roast chicken..they turned into little balloons with legs. For the first few weeks they had to wear socks with holes cut in them for their legs to poke through...
Now they are properly transformed into speedy little thugs who love to hide under the branches of the big old shrub by the back door rather than come in like good girls.