police and thieves and vizslas

as a pup Radio always used to go on about becoming a police dog, now things seem to have changed...

Radio, Hamish & Jo

The day started off with Radio giving Jeff from downstairs his daily Vizz lick attack. We then collected Hamish pup to go to the marshes (where both devils managed to eat some puke in the bushes and then run to me to lick me...that was amongst the worst ever!!!).

Back at home it all went a little mad when little crazy Jo confirmed that she thinks she's a dog. She chased and wrestled and ate from their food bowels. Hamish wants his very own kitten we think.

2 redheads (1 furry one)

not only does Radio share Otti's haircolour, he also wants a share of her toys.....Otti doesnt mind, luckily. But whereas Otti will grow up and have long locks this Radio will be stuck with what he's got (though plenty that is, all over his body).

dogs fever with a statue of kimono (sleepy version)

Hamish and Radio are big fans of the truly fabulous Eiko Yoshida. This bag with a designer bone is from her secret canine line, only some here in Hackney have it, and only those whose birthday it was a few months back, and that is only because some are her very special friends. She actually makes beautiful jewellery for humans....

a handsome couple dining

working trial (work...?)

As You can see from the proud faces of David (a real catholic priest), Lynn, Sally's partner (ups, name please!), Ross, Steven and Lasse, today we went to the HVC working trials. Being from Hackney, Radio immediately started to look for the job center but, knowing how to run both from criminals and the police, he won 1st price at the scurry (each place develops its own talents). Great fun!

tug of war round 1: kitten looses

kitten gains strength by the minute and soon: round 2

muddzslak in guiness book of records

Radio has been training and training in order to join the canine swimathon. and recently, swimming has been supplemented with jumping as high as possible into the water which is why this sunday Radio and Hamish went to allaboutdogs (www.allaboutdogs.org.uk) to show off radio's jumping into the water skills at the jetty. the rain rained so very hard and full that there seemed to be no point in getting any wetter. Radio appeared to be confused as to why the pool water should be any different from the deep-ish puddles in the grass (after all, they reached up to the elbows) - still, he wanted to jump, but the jetty closed early, so he kept leaping into puddles, which changed his russet gold to brown and brakkish.

looking like brown dalmations (muddaltions or muddzslak) Radio and Hamish took part in the world's largest recall (will be in the guiness book of records, that is, if indeed they succeeded number wise...when we left they were still counting)

the camera gave in due to tropical downpour so there are not many pics of during the day. radio though took home a trophy, which is a buoy like charly morph's (but instead of the beach this one is found in the seas of essex...how it got there i have no idea)

back in London Radio couldn't resist to pose for a family portrait....any opportunity...

Crafts

People go to Crufts not only to show off their dogs...

a weird creature (eatable?)

now that mrs j has finally moved in radio has become mother substitute. mrs j is a 6 week young kitten from a feral cat. 6 weeks however is no problem for mrs j, indeed, she's now eating solids (with a little additional kittenformula from a syringe once a day) and behaving like a mad little cat she surely will grow even more to become. initially we intended to do all the seperating and slow intro etc but mrs j is an escapee and went in search for radio after only 10 minutes in her new home. she has not left his side since. radio was smitten from minute 1: a little creature that loves and admires him and follows him around and climbs on top of him and bites his ears. looks as if mrs j will be more dog than cat.

caught again!

nothing i could add to this, no? (apart from, of course, that i was not in it)

Helvellyn

this is radio's 3rd big peak discounting climbing the occasional towerblock and this time he effortlessly managed a ridge climb along the striding edge (would have made a good SARS dog). it's a little chilly being on top of the world. but this radio only started to shiver once back on earth, so he got my red jacket (and straight away became a tourist attraction - any pics please send them...:-).

Scottish Radio

Radio was very much taken aback by the rather georgeous redgirls. after an initial bout of gentldog behaviour he became increasingly confident and by the end of the day fancied himself the king of scotland....

Easter Richmond Viz Whizz

Where's my Hamish?

the pictures speak for themselves: the fun started when radio went to meet the cutest puppy (which of course is no other than hamish), to play play play play drop for a few minutes play play dribble on floor (because puppys need to pee more often, something this owner has nearly forgotten) play play play, by now even radio is getting tired (momentarily) play play....hamish tired (momentarily) play play play.

hamish is now officially this radio's favourite canine pal (never mind that hamish's owners are quite amazing cooks and hosts and well, have a big garden and really nice friends and don't laugh at our blog).

Disappearing Hackney

thanks to the Olymics (not everyone wanted them you know, only this Vizsla did against the advice of his owners, but he changed his mind because he'll be too old then and knows it) a whole area is made confusing for a Vizsla who can no longer find his way to his favourite alottment at Manor Alottments. Olymic Village bla bla. What about the local population, never mind the other creatures in this hood????? We remember the Dome not long ago......help!

Happy Birthday!

today is Radio's 2nd year, 4th month and 28th day Birthday. But then, it is also John's 60th!

Hmmm...?

Getting up at 7am, brushing me teeth, coming back to find a sneaky red monster has taken my place...?
Whereas pup Charlie Morph goes to silver and gold 'citizens' classes to learn where 'bed' is, this Radio knew this well before he ever went to dog training. For the record, this Radio is not allowed in the bed but attempts to master the art of sneaking in undetected (Lasse is a heavy sleeper so doesn't notice, not such luck with me)

Schlaraffenland or just another crazy day?

Today Radio went to see his friend Flo in Regents Park, a far far way from Victoria Park in Hackney. Then, as expected in a posh part of town, food rained from the sky: a nearly dead pigeon fell from a tree right in front of us (Yuk). Without warning, 2 years of training him to ignore the feathered creatures of London's parks gone in a split second: Radio grabs pigeon and kills it. One could call it mercy killing (or food grabbing) since the pigeon was nearly dead (hence food), else it would not have fallen from the tree the way it did. But a passing lady started to cry 'save the pigeon from that dog', at which point Radio duly let go of the pigeon and sat and looked at her sheepishly. Needless to say, lady was mortified and for the pigeon it was too late. Schlaraffenland was too good to be true.

And then, just before we were about to go home on the tube, Radio had even more fun when he found the most atrocious smelling poo and rolled in it, which demanded immediate action, i.e. a swim in a freezing pond. This time passers bye had no need to cry, instead they thought Radio brave to retrieve sticks from a pond in this weather and cheered him on (but well, smell stayed, which was amplified by the warmth in the tube, and we blamed it on Flo because she had some mud on her - it worked).