Breakfast at Tiffanies ….. with Snoopy

Today as I woke up early morning I as I’m sure you all do went to make some breakfast. Little did I know that another was planning to get a slice of the action. Literally! As soon as I had the meal ready. Snoopy who had been nestled into her bed throughout the night and early morning. Decided to launch her claims of my food. Operation puppy eyes is what I’ve come to know from her. I tried to not give in but in honesty we both knew she would be sharing my breakfast this morning ,just as we share most of the meals in our house with her. It’s just become a common place in the household. But look at her strategically planned look in the picture below could you honestly say no to her? I couldn’t.

How could I not give in?

An average sunday.

Well today is Sunday the day of rest. That was until Snoopy decided to wake me with a chorus of barks as she watched immensely engrossed in the view of my dad pushing a lawnmower around the front. On the grass obviously not just doing it for fun. Any way Snoop paced anxiously around the front window of our kitchen. She just wanted to play I guess but as she pounded around the kitchen a thought crept into my mind how does these balls of fur form such an attachment with us over a very short amount of time. Snoopy is my second dog and I’ve built a strong affection for both of them. Quite why I’ll never know but I love my dogs more then may people I’ve met.

Snoopy me and a disappearing chicken sandwhich.

Well welcome to my blog I’m Thomas or Tom for short and this post will mainly revolve around my dog Snoopy. Today after feeling Ill for sometime I was struggling to sleep very well. I went downstairs and realized a sandwich sounded very appetising sadly so I made one. I left the sandwich for a few moments as I went to grab a drink I left upstairs. When I got back down I realized that my thoughts of food was shared by somebody else who inhabits the kitchen in my household. Snoopy! It seems we thought a like due to my sandwich doing a rather talented disappearing act as soon as I left the kitchen. All that was left was Snoopy’s portrayal of innocence, it looked like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth and sadly for her it didn’t as her nose was covered in margarine. The way she was caught red handed or indeed in this case butter nosed, would give me a reason to reopen this blog in the hope of passing on more of my experiences in the future.