wind turbans

Hello everywun! So mush has happend sins I larst rote in muy blogggy. The summa ollydays are over an owwww it is harf turm agane. I deesidid yestaday wot i wont to dw wiv muy lyf an muy kareear. I wont to be a proof reada chekkin spellins and grandma in books peepl av written. I wil be llwkin into this.

Barkey muy usban an his sistars an mummee av hit a snag an Franmummee had to tayk the hoose orf the markit. We orl devvistayted.

Me herd larst weak that sumwun woz applyin for pamishon to put up wind turbans neer sumwear. Daddee doan liyk wind turbans they chopper up burds.

Auntie Calypso is dwin reely well an she is eetin gwd!! Me wunnerfwl az yewshuall!! Gways xxxx

summer? wot summer?

Wel lorra finks ave appen sinse the gowt hare cut an the best fink is that Barkey and his mummee and his sistars arr orl comin two live inn whales an me an barkey will be abel two sea eech uvva orl the thyme.
mummee an daddee went two a barby kew in anty sonje an unkl jeffs an me wos not aloud to go. They had a nys thyme. I didnt. They come hown layt.

Daddee dun sunfink funnee he mooved orl fernittchar in dinnin rwm, put stuff on worls tyhen put evryfink bak. he olso put stuff on the slayt flore.

mummee bean gowin two zummmbaa but wuy she not stae howm an plae wiv moffs wiv me?
On mundae a man is gowin two culur in the hows owtsyde. ME WONT PERPLE. Daddee an mummee sae nooooooooooooooooooo is go be kreem. BBBBBOOOOOOORRRRRIIIIIINNNNNNGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

gWAYS XXXXX

anty claire has a new job

This is verry essitin news and rememb yew red it ear first! Anty Claire werrks in the British Museum and she applied for a new job there. I fink I told yew before that she werks there becos she is cleva and she like old things. Her new job is called PROJECT CURATOR JACOBI ARCHIVE. now that does sound posh and I spect yew want to know what she does ? Well I DO know but I not telling you because I can't spell all the werds. I fink I will get her to put in a good werd for me in the museum and see what I can do there. I can go and live with Princess Ellie.
My harf sista Susie got a 2nd in Blackpool championship show saturday. She lives wiv Anty Jackie and Uncle rob.
We hav got Shaz's sista stayin here while her mummee an daddee on hollydae. She grate fun and sollee do love her. The three muskateers come soon year!
Larst week the man come up and hair cutted the goats. They very smart now and now no nasty snarks will bite thyem. Gways xxxxxxxxxx

Faith has been very ill. this is a poem we found.

Not long afta daddee Morri died, Anty Faith got ill. She went to see our vets and they did scan her and tayk blood but stil they didnt no. Faith went to cambridge and they found she had pancreatitis that wouldnt stop making her sikk. She had lots of medycine and things to stop her being sick. She start to get better and Benvet brought her home. He stayed for the weekend and she was getin even better. Then she started to get ill again and she wouldnt even eet nice venison mumme and daddee bought her. She lost weight and she was tired tired tired. She wanted to go to see morrigan, her mummee katie, sister tansy, auntie billie and lots of friends. Early last tewsday, the vet helped her to go to meet her friends and relatives. She was all warm and comfy by the rayburn and went to sleep. We feel sad. Gways. xxxx we thought this poem we found was lovely.

Look for me in Rainbows

Time for me to go now, I won't say goodbye;
Look for me in rainbows, way up in the sky.
In the morning sunrise when all the world is new,
Just look for me and love me, as you know that I loved you.

Time for me to leave you, I won't say goodbye;
Look for me in rainbows, high up in the sky.
In the evening sunset, when all the world is through,
Just look for me and love me, and I'll be close to you.

It won't be forever, the day will come and then
Your loving arms will hold me, when we meet again.

Time for us to part now, we won't say goodbye;
Look for me in rainbows, shining in the sky.
Every waking moment, and all your whole life through
Just look for me and love me, as you know I loved you.

Just wish me to be near you,
And I'll be there with you.

with all our love to Faith-until we are all together again. mummee daddee and all the reds xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

easter and some very sad news

Me sorry but thyme has gone so kwik sins I larst rote in muy bloggy. Abowt five weaks ago mummee and daddee strated to fink daddee Morrigan was not feeling veree well. He was tooken to the vet and anyweigh after lots of this and that daddee desided he gorra sea Benvet in Caymbwij. Morrigan stayed in the vetskwl. Afta a few dayz, they fownd Morrigan daddeee had got cancer. He came home for a few weeks but then he felt ill and he got werse and werse.
Yesterday daddee phoned to the vet and then Catherinevet came up to the farm. Daddee and Catherinevet and Morrigan went for a little quiet walk in the field and Morri was put to sleep with the sun shining and the birds singing. he gon to meet his Katiemummee, Louis, Harri, Ruby, Rose, Auntie Billie and lots of his friends who have gone on. Here is a little poem for daddee Morrigan.

So go and run free

So go and run free with the angels
Dance around the golden clouds
For the lord has chosen you to be with him
And we should feel nothing but proud
Although he has taken you from us
And our pain a lifetime will last
Your memory will never escape us
But make us glad for the time we did have
Your face will always be hidden
Deep inside our hearts
Each precious moment you gave us
Shall never, ever depart
So go and run free with the angels
As they sing so tenderly
And please be sure to tell them
To take good care of you for me.

with love from daddee mummee gways Solly, Faith, Sam, Shaz, jeffo, calypso, emily dewi vijay and meesha. an me, Gways. Until we meet again, run free. xxxxxxx

neely spwing

Hellow everywun! It lwks as iff winta has gorn! We hav lorra lams in the feelds: wite wuns, blak wuns an blak an wite wuns. They run rownd and gamble in the feeldz. anti Claire an unkl Mark av got a new cat! She iz corled Tillee. She wen to the vet two weaks ago an had a hopperashun to spray her so no can hav kittuns. She go to be a car ear girl.
In Cwufts larst weak my bruvva got a first in his class. It wos a huwj clars and we woz orl verrrrrrrry essited.
Barkey and his mummee an his sistars are lwkin for a ows in Whales. Me howp they come neer us! Wen they do then Barkey an me wil hav a twgevva ows! Yew wil orl av two com two owa ows warmin. Me wil let yew no Gways xxxxxxx

our sister Tansy.

We had some very sad news last Thursday. Our sister Tansy who had been poorly for a short time had died. Tansy was really beautiful and she was a wonderful showdog, pet and Auntie Evelyn's princess. She was 11 years and 9 months old. We found a poem just for her.

BEYOND THE RAINBOW

I loved the life we had and all the times we played, but
I was so very tired and knew my time on earth would fade

I saw a wondrous image then of a place that's trouble-free
Where all of us can meet again to spend eternity.

I saw the most beautiful Rainbow, an on the other side
Were meadows rich and beautiful - lush and green and wide
And running through the meadows as far as the eye could see
Were animals of every sort as healthy as could be
My own tired, failing body was fresh and healed and new
And I wanted to go run with them, but I had something left to do
I needed to reach out to you, to tell you I'm alright
That this place is truly wonderful, then a bright glow pierced the night
"Twas the glow of many candles, shining bright and strong and bold
And I knew then that it held your love in it's brilliant shades of gold.
For although we may not be together in the way we used to be
We are still connected by a cord no one can see
So whenever you need to find me, we're never far apart
If you look beyond the Rainbow and listen with your heart.

until we all meet again, love to Tansy from Jethro, Calypso, Faith and Emily. Also from Roy and Eirwen xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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sad news

I am sorree that I bean so buzzy an me had no thyme to rite a lot or even any at orl. We had snow an Crispmouse an then mummee wen bak to skwl.
Yesterdae tho wos gwd to start an we orl wen down the feald wiv daddee. Mummee had went to skwl two plae. We had ower fwd an then the boila man caym an sum overs two do sum finks . Mummee caym howm an she sae " I will fead the dorgs" Me thort ow no coz she doan giv us as much as daddee. She wen two get anty billie an anty billie came owt and collapsed in the kitchen. Daddee took her to the vet an Rickvet sae she was very poorly. He put her on a drip an painkillars but she died in the night . Here is a poem to billie's memory :

I’d like the memory of me
to be a happy one.
I’d like to leave a lovely glow
of smiles when life is done,
I’d like to leave an echo
whispering softly down the ways,
Of happy times and laughing
times and bright and
summer days.
I’d like the tears of those who
grieve, to dry before the sun,
Of happy memories that I leave
When life is done.

sleep well Auntie Billie until we all meet again. Grace and the reds xxxxxxxxxxxxxx