One for the pot

The shooting season has started. But who needs a gun?

Not the redgirls!

Thanks Mz Bert


Hung.

Not a lot of pheasant ...

..... for so many feathers .....

Yummylicious ... with celeriac chips and pak choi ... mmmm...

Absolutely Fabulous February

We LOVE this time of year! Mum is not so busy and is more properly attentive to our requirements. The shooting season has finished and lambing has not started so she is a lot less tedious about curtailing our ahemm *exuberance* when we are out and about. Run, run, run. Hunt, hunt, hunt. And - oh my - we sure are finding a lot of birds!

Here is a video clip of our prowess.

Mz Bert says I like to think that *my* technique is special but have to grudgingly admit that this point by my sister Bay puts me to shame. Classic eh?

Oh and another very excellent thing about this chilly weather is that we get to wear our designer gear.

Tired now (WHAT a strange feeling!)

A wish

oh please mum update our blog ....

The Seven Ages of a Redgirl

Mz Hat .. born 16th October 2003. Vital statistics. 100% Gorgeous.

1. BABYHOOD. And Transport Arrangements.

2. TERRIBLE TODDLER ...

who ate the pies? who ate the bulbs? Not ME!

3. SCHOOL DAYS

4. TEENAGE MODELLING

5. CAREER WOMAN

Successful

Experienced

And still very foxy

(thank you Professor Buster)

6. MIDLIFE CRISIS

7. WHATEVER NEXT ??

Menage-a-Trois

Yes. Our pal Piper came to stay. We've known her since she was a wee baby girl.

Only a couple of little niggles. Piper is WAAAY too pretty for our liking (won her Yearling bitch class at Crufts this year) Also she is horribly o-b-e-d-i-e-n-t (won her Good Citizen class too) Piper does something called heeling. Off lead! Weird eh?

Senior Redgirl Hattie takes up the story.

Don't get me wrong. I LIKE Piper. She is fun. She likes the same games as we do (crocodile jaws especially) BUT (and it's a big one) she keeps trying to steal Berta. MY Berta! Well of course I'm having none of it. Here is a video showing me explaining my point of view. I had to be quite firm with my instructions and so you may wish to adjust your volume control. ( Piper is the one with the collar)

Yes. I had to keep re-asserting my status. And I learnt a new skill. Cocking my leg! I have to say I got a bit obsessed with it. Every single time that Piper ahemm peed well I just HAD to do another one on top of it. My goodness it took vigilance but I don't think I missed a single one.

So far I've only managed to lift my right leg. Are boys ambilegstrous?

Job Vacancy

Redgirls are advertising for a new member of staff. We are looking for a personal assistant with good secretarial skills. The successful applicant will be a city dweller with access to shops and urban activities. Pockets full of treats would be an advantage but are not essential as full job training will be given.

Control freaks who are fond of the o-b-e-d-i-e-n-c-e word need not apply.

Yes. We have given up on our mum. She is rubbish. Useless at updating our blog. Her head is full of nonsense.

She calls it work. (She does Bed and Breakfast things) Too tedious for words.

Nope. Not even the biggest bone in the world will appease us.



Applications and CVs urgently invited.

Our new personal assistant will help us tell you about when our pal Piper came to stay



Oh and if SHE steals our blog ever again to talk about cat things then we will be not happy. Not happy at all.

Natural Instincts

Yes. Our mum is wishing that our skills were not JUST so finely honed!

Early this morning we brought her some presents. 4 feral kittens! We gently put them on the lawn. Not a mark on them (we have very soft mouths)

Three of them were very cold. And dead.

One of them was very cold. But alive! Just.

And 12 hours later she still is alive! Mum and vet reckon she is 3 days old. Mum is syringe feeding. Hand reared kittens have to be fed every 2 hours. Mum says yikes!

We will keep you posted.

What's the point?

Caught in the Act! We actually made our mum edit these video clips. In the first one from point to flush took about 9 minutes. (Watching. Paint. Dry. Big. Yawn. Are words that spring to mind)

Here is one we prepared earlier!

Mind you we have always had the best mentors

Cleo(1991-2006) daughter Saffie(1995-2005) .. and little Hattie




Saffie age 9 and .... baby Hattie

Publish for now. Still looking for lovely old doglet pics.

Bonjour!

Les Filles Rouges d'Ecosse (merci B3) just want to say that we will be back soon. Oops pardon! Bientot!



Oh and at long last we have updated our links list to include our lovely transatlantic chums.

Back soon. Very soon. XXXXXX

Town versus Country

Redgirls have been banging on about this for EVER and you all know how desperate we are to escape from this hell hole on earth. Every day we check out the blogs of all our down south friends and that of the queen of cool pretty Mz Brizstow Jones and we know that we are missing out big time! And now we see that the topic Town/Country is on the Discussion Group.

WELL! Hold us back!

To tell it from the beginning.

This is why our mum loves Scotland. She calls it peace, space and tranquillity.



And this is why redgirls HATE Scotland. We call it bloody boring.



No shops. No parks. No Parties. No chums (well .. apart from disgusting gross stinky labradors and annoying terriers. And things called hounds) No buses. No social life. No McDonalds wrappers. No tubes. No viz whizzes. No canals. No cats in gardens.

Redgirls have urban ambitions. We know what we want.



Mum had an idea today. She wanted to do something on an Isadora Duncan theme. She wanted us to get behind the wheel with our Bugatti gear.




Well. Crap timing. Co-operation? No way! Does she not *get* how pissed off we are?




Oh. Please. God. If you are good? Maybe don't show our urban blogworld chums this pic ???

Vizsla Girls in Vogue

Yes. Redgirls are in that place called season. Both of us. We have come over all very peculiar and for the past 10 days can only think of boys. We are off our food. We bark and whine during the night. Mum seems irritated with us and we do not understand why.

The only good thing is that we have found a new game. And the brilliant thing is that you can play it anywhere.

In the House.

In the Garden.

Sometimes even on walks we break off from hunting to have a quick play!

Mum DOES seem annoyed. We heard her talking darkly of the "knife".

Whatever can she mean??

A vizsla looks good in PINK

Wahaaaay. She's gone to bed. And forgotten about parental controls.

PINK!! What do you think??






Do you like our new clothes?? They are very exclusive designer labels. "George" and "Cherokee" Mum says that these are famous Paris and Milan fashion houses.