Tilly and Mabel and the ‘Sleepover’

Poor little brown Annie…always the underdog!

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Tilly and Mabel and the Exploding Cushion

It is a universally known fact that if you leave two spaniels alone in a house with access to a feather cushion you will still be finding feathers in strange places the following Christmas!

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Jess…

Tilly and Mabel have been with us for four years now and we love them to bits. But I really did not want them. Doesn’t that sound awful. But if things had gone according to plan we would still have have had three dogs called Annie, Jess and Rosie. Rosie is the vertically challenged one in the middle, beautiful black Jess is on the left and little brown Annie is on the right.
Annie and Jess
Annie and Jess joined us at 10 weeks old…advertised in our local shop as labrador/spaniel cross’s, the last two pups from a litter of ten that nobody wanted. We went along to bring home one of them and somehow came home with two. Best buy one get one free I have ever had! For ten years Annie and Jess slept together, played together and fetched sticks together.
Annie and Jess

In April 2011 Jess stopped eating. We took her to the vet who took scans and gave us the worst news possible. She had cancer in her throat which had spread to her internal organs. Two weeks later on Good Friday, a beautiful sunny spring day, Jessica was put to sleep on our lawn in the sunshine. We buried her in the garden.

From that day on I wanted her back. We had to find another black Labrador Spaniel cross and bring her home. I would travel as far as it took. But another Jess could not be found. My friend told me about a litter of Sprockers that would be available shortly and we went to look. I didn’t like them…they weren’t Jess. However Richard my husband fell in love with them and, desperate to fill the hole in my heart, three weeks later we collected Tilly and Mabel. And so their adventures began.

Annie is now 14 years old, still going strong and enjoying life. In a perfect world Jess would still be on the other end of her stick.

I wrote ‘Waiting at the Door’ for my beautiful black Jess x

Annie and Jess

Tilly and Mabel and the Big Fish

Quick Quick Quick Quick… I can see the Sea!

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Lets go this way…no no..lets go that way!

No…this way…no that way!

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Look Mabel look Mabel…

I’m Tilly the torpedo!

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I’m telling her…no I saw it first I’m telling her…No I’m telling her…No I’m telling her…

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Guess what…

WE SAW A FISH!

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Big Sisters are such a Pain!

Tilly and Mabel have a big sister called Lolli who lives nearby. Big sisters are such a pain! They think it is beneath them to play with their smaller siblings, and so they grab the best toy and run away with it.Tilly and Mabel

When challenged they just run faster.

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Even when challenged from both sides big sisters still think they have a right to the best toy.

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Luckily we are bringing Tilly and Mabel up to chase their goals and never give up. That is one big sister who has met her match!

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Tilly and Mabel and the Lost Boot

Firstly, my apologies to the person who has lost a brown suede boot at Poles Coppice nature reserve on the outskirts of Minsterley. Unfortunately Tilly and Mabel have found it…

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Mabel has declared it is her boot, and if Tilly wants a boot she can go and find her own boot!

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She has taken quite a shine to the boot…more so actually than the pile of toys we have spent a fortune on at home!

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I am reliably informed that it is a size 5 boot with no name tag visible…

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Although Mabel was desperate to bring the boot home, and I’m sure the boot has given you many hours of pleasure, I didn’t want the dirty smelly thing in my car…

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So the boot is still at Poles Coppice…and Mabel is bootless and bereft.

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Tilly and Mabel and the Sad Tale of the Plant Pot

Like most things it started as a bit of fun. I don’t know who actually found the plant pot full of seedlings in the garden but I would guess that Tilly dragged it into the conservatory. Once inside I should image that the pot became the newest ‘must have toy for young sprockers’. Or perhaps they were trying to be helpful and had decided that the seedlings needed repotting…or as the case may be ‘un-potting!’

Tilly and Mabel were about 10 weeks old at the time. And this is where it all started. When there is trouble in the air Tilly hides behind Mabel, and Mabel gives me the big “sorry, we didn’t mean it” eyes. And, as has been the case many times since, the pair of little scoundrels get away with murder!

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