The Labraventures of Carbón, Spanish (ex-) foster dog extraordinaire

Aww , bless him , Reuben is also shattered , not surprising really considering their beach runs :happy:
When Emily and Carbon arrived , Reuben went crackerdog , absolutely mental , so we did what we did , left them all with Paul whilst we went shopping for wellies ! Came back to find Paul eating a pasty , three dogs sitting perfectly still by his feet like statues :giggl: x
 

Emily_Babbelhund

Mama Red HOT Pepper
By the way, since all the 'babies' are rarely in one place, here's the rundown (in order of arrival to the family):

Bunny - stolen from Benson at @Beanwood (Bristol, UK)
Monkey - picked out by Carbon from Zookies (dog bakery in Regensburg, Germany)
Rose Bunny - a gift from @RosieC in Kinsale, Ireland
Owen the Two Legged Horse Who is Really a Donkey - rescued from the bargain bin in Kinsale
Llambie Llama - a gift from @Boogie (not sure if he's from the UK or Germany)

There are some others, but these are the main crew. Monkey rules the roost as benevolent prince, but Llambie Llama is the young usurper to the throne. Bunny is the suffer in silence type, Rose Bunny is kind of a gentle loner, Owen is the most resourceful and entertaining.

Yes, I've probably lived alone too long. :cheeky:
 

Candy

Biscuit Tin Guardian
By the way, since all the 'babies' are rarely in one place, here's the rundown (in order of arrival to the family):

Bunny - stolen from Benson at @Beanwood (Bristol, UK)
Monkey - picked out by Carbon from Zookies (dog bakery in Regensburg, Germany)
Rose Bunny - a gift from @RosieC in Kinsale, Ireland
Owen the Two Legged Horse Who is Really a Donkey - rescued from the bargain bin in Kinsale
Llambie Llama - a gift from @Boogie (not sure if he's from the UK or Germany)

There are some others, but these are the main crew. Monkey rules the roost as benevolent prince, but Llambie Llama is the young usurper to the throne. Bunny is the suffer in silence type, Rose Bunny is kind of a gentle loner, Owen is the most resourceful and entertaining.

Yes, I've probably lived alone too long. :cheeky:
But you don't live alone! You live with Carbon, all his babies and all of us, there's No Escape!:devil::hearteyesdog::*
 

Lab_adore

Moderator
Staff member
Yeah pants on your feet is never a good idea:giggl:
Oops....forgot....FLIP FLOPS!!

I need a mantra...

To keep all things clear
Say trousers my dear
'Cos pants - they are mere
small underwear gear.

Thongs - never say
it's flip flops today
Jam first every day
and sofas okay?
Not couches - hearsay!

Duvet not doona
I'd better learn sooner

Its dinner not lunch
when at midday you munch

And tea is at night
not dinner - that's right

gumboot or wellie?
Not sure, can you tell me?

I'm sure there are more
But my head, it is sore

The End
 

Emily_Babbelhund

Mama Red HOT Pepper
My poor friend wore thongs and walked into a muddy bit with them on and walked out with bare feet! Thongs were never seen nor heard from again
Oops....forgot....FLIP FLOPS!!
Don't mind them. I grew up calling them "thongs" as well and have gotten grief for it. I love your mantra, though! :clap:

The ones I feel like I have engraved into my forehead now are similar: trousers not pants, petrol not gas, sofa not couch, moult not shed, lead not leash. And of course the one that started it all, though now unused as they hardly exist anymore: bum bag not fanny pack!
 
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