Diesel our Bernese mountain dog told me she wanted a Yorkshire Pudding Tree for Christmas.
Yes I talk to my animals. I even say "good morning" to our pigs. Do you talk to your four legged friends?
So in the words of a famous Blue Peter childrens television presenter:
"Here's one I made earlier".
Diesel and the others absolutely adore/ devour Yorkshire Puddings.
Perhaps I will get a CDM (Cadburys Dairy Milk) in the New Years Honours list or perhaps I may be awarded a special award at the Yorkshire Pudding Laughing Horse in Cape Town on Sunday?😃. I don't think I can make it sadly with all my smallholding chores.
That is two imaginative trees I/we have created in the last few days.
Are you up to creating some unique trees?
Rather like my old ex army friend was told when he was a new recruit:
"Don't be shy. Your mother wasn't." 😀
Did your four legged family members demolish the tree to get at the puds?
ReplyDeleteDiesel stood on her hind legs and deftly picked off the puds one by one. She loved them JayCee.
ReplyDeleteI do not like the idea of being devoured by Diesel or any other dog for that matter! The best Yorkshire Pudding trees are to be found in the chalk valleys of the Yorkshire Wolds and in The Rhubarb Triangle near Wakefield. The 2024 Laughing Horse Awards Ceremony is not being held in Cape Town Dave! Pay attention at the back or I will chuck my board rubber at you laddie!
ReplyDeleteAunt Bessies perhaps? I thought you would love our Yorkshire Pudding tree? Perhaps I could grow a Lancashire Hotpot tree?
ReplyDeleteOr a Lancashire cheese tree as the Lancashire hotpot fruit would be rather sloppy - like Lancastrian workmen.
DeleteCoop Lancashire Crumbly trees would be good or what about a Vimto tree? Or maybe a Blackpool rock tree?
DeleteThere's a village called Treeton near Sheffield where the residents live in trees. They're all monkeys but not Arctic monkeys.
DeleteThe Artic Monkeys are a Sheffield band aren't they? I think Deaf Leopard (first real name) of a band that sold 100 million albums and called themselves Def Leppard. I am amazed how many bands come from your city.
DeletePhil Oakey, leader of The Human League lives just fifty yards from us. Until the folk across the road had an extension built we could see him having a shower through the frosted glass of his bathroom. I would have preferred to see Debbie Harry.
DeleteBritney Spears would be my choice. Have you ever met the mighty Phil?
DeleteI have seen him shopping in the local "Co-op" once or twice but what would I say to him? "Hey Phil! I saw you on the telly!" Besides, in the blogosphere I am more famous than him!
DeleteYou could say: " You were working as a waitress in a cocktail bar"..😄. Yes you are probably very famous in blogosphere YP.
DeleteStay tuned for another episode of spoiling the animals at the small holding. :)
ReplyDeleteThat is indeed novel and better for the k9s than a tree with chocolate and tinsel. (Mr T used to eat the tinsel!)
ReplyDeleteThere were no Turkey curry or Turkey sandwiches on Boxing Day at our smallholding Debby. The dogs and cats and rabbits and livestock all had slap up meals. Tune in to tomorrow to see some new baby animals. They could appear in another Babe film or filum like they say in Oireland, I mean Ireland.🐷😊
ReplyDeleteZeta our beloved Border Collie once ate all the chocolates we had hung on the Christmas tree TM. Last year Diesel bit through the Christmas tree lights twice.
ReplyDeleteI'd be pawing at those Yorkshire puds too. Damn nice they are.
DeleteThey're great aren't they Linda.
DeleteBaby animals can't wait.
ReplyDeleteYou will like them Marlene.
ReplyDeleteYou do spoil your dogs - and quite right, too. Of course we talk to our animals all the time, and the plants. Everyone likes to be appreciated.
ReplyDeleteAnd cats Jabblog. It's like Seigfried Farnons house. Good to know it's not just me that talks to their animals and plants. Life would be very dull without our four friends.
ReplyDeleteQuite apart from that, it's the only time I have a sensible conversation with no interruptions!
DeleteQuite.
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