WTH can we call this post?

Howdy Everybuddy.  Don't worry it's fine.  We survived not having breakfast the other day.  Our mum's a pushover good mum and gave in to our constant demands sweet natures by letting us have some yoghart containers to lick out and some treats.

Now believe it or not, she's getting bossy again!  It started a few days ago.  We've actually had rain mates, and it's been cooler.  We like the rain but we don't like getting our feet wet and that is the problem.  I, Stella, have always liked to help mum out by pooing on the pavers next to the backdoor when it's wet.  I figure it helps that she doesn't have to walk far to collect it and I get to have dry feet.

 View from our back door.  

The big bay leaf tree has been cut away

over the years and does give shelter from the rain.

 

 Yes mum, I know I should come around this

corner and go on the grass.

Rory, being Mr Modesty, has gone behind the bay leaf tree all his life as he doesn't like to be watched while "doing his business".  Butt, after his embolism, while mum had to help hold up his 89 kg (195 lb) bum, she was happy when he pooed just off the back path, in front of the bay leaf tree, just as long as he did it there and not inside!!

So after he recovered and could walk again, he sometimes still did his business in front of the tree.  Mum thought, oh well, as least he can walk and get it done on his own.  Now though, since we've had wet weather, he is frightened of slipping on the ground and for a couple of days has pooed on the pavers too.  Mum was not impressed.

   Rory's spot, now getting slippery.

 

She says, it's back to the drawing board and we're going to get taken "down the back", wet or not, to do our business.  Sigh.  It's not fair.  Ok for her.  She gets a little room, inside the house and doesn't have to get her backside anywhere near wet cold grass.

So mates, it's Autumn here, cooler, wetter and bringing with it a whole new set of challenges hehe.

Here's us when mum was laying down the new rules.

 

  Stellie, I'm just gonna make my legs look even wonkier so mum will feel sorry for me, hehehe.

Rory mate, it takes a lot to fool mum.

 

  See ya soon everybuddy.

No worries, and love, Stella and Rory

P.S.  Our cousin Tyler came through his tooth extraction
just fine.  He was quiet for a day and is now back to his cracker self.  Thanks for your good wishes for him.