Ten-hut, Colonel on Parade...

Hello my friends....I was counting down the days on my #BTPosse calndar until last Tuesday...

....when will it be Tuesday?....

.....suddenly there were extra scavenging terriers in our kitchen....I wonder who it could be?....

...why, look! Its Miss Islay (@issiebissy)...and if she's here then Colonel Rocky is not likely to be far behind!...

...ah ha, ......the Colonel is of course well camouflaged and in his command bunker......ten hut, Colonel Rocky on parade!!

...Miss Islay helped to snoopervise some physio for the typist.....1, 2, 3 etc...

......Colonel Rocky watched and made notes in his Big Mental NoteBook of Terrier Things....

.....the extra terriers made for quite a welcoming committee whenever the doorbell rang....can you imagine!....

...Miss Islay is a pleasure to have around and her tail never seems to stop waging...

....Colonel Rocky made sure that he had the bess seat in the Mess.....NB: normal terriers may not be comfortable quite this close to the fireplace....

.....but Colonel Rocky is rarely ever still....

...he has the troops practising their skills at all times.....

...he is prepared to get into the thick of the action to make minor corrections to technique....

.....he made it quite clear to the typist who was to occupy the high ground in the lounge.....

..and when gentle discussion was not sufficient, he sent in Miss Islay for an ambush attack to discourage the humans from thwarting his plans...

...these lessons were put into action in meticulously prepared practice drills...

...and at mealtimes he had the BT HQ Brigade perfectly drilled in the art of the Dinner Whine....

....effective as always.....

.....and he has much wisdom to impart in the field of the Nap too....

...and again the BT HQ Brigade was asked to practice until they were perfect.....

....but he is not just there to issue orders...Colonel Rocky also likes to lead his men (ladies) into battle....here he is clearing the local area of squirrels...he did so well here that later that day Miss Islay and Miss Lola actually knocked a squirrel over in the woods but were not quite quick enough to get their teeth into it....

....the Colonel also has a helpful appetite for apples and so, miraculously, Miss Lola found that all the windfall had magically been removed from the garden...

......even the bird feeder had to be moved to a safe location.....

...the Colonel was also quite keen on keeping up patrols after dark and in the early morning....he liked breakfast to be on the table at 5.30am sharp...this had to be delicately negotiated with a rebellious canteen staff....

...Miss Islay would perhaps have preferred a longer lie in some days.....

...and Miss Lola was almost put in the stockade when she was caught pleading for extra naps with the typist

...Colonel Rocky was prepared to allow for a few hours of R&R on Christmas Day thank goodness....

...and even joined in the Christmas woogling....

...Miss Lola loved her new comfy bed lining which Santa brought for her.....

....and I am very proud of my new hat and tail (*wag wag*) that lovely @bordermeg made for me....don't i look smart!....

...some reconnaissance of Headley Heath was ordered after lunch.....

.....we met a few terriers and exchanged intelligence.....

.....and after that the BT HQ Brigade resumed guard duties over the typist's dodgy leg....

....Miss Lola made repeated requests to be allowed to help clean up the turkey carcass....

....Cousin Tilly came to see us....and her and Miss Islay were soon playing nicely in the garden....

...we went to the big field for a walk, but Miss Tilly was quite disappointed about not being able to herd the terriers into a neat formation.....

....being allowed to play with BT HQ tennis balls soon put the smile back on her face though.....

....Miss Lola tried to disarm all the visitors with her cute....a new tactic from the Colonel no doubt.....

....but I think the military life might be sapping her energy....we have the Colonel and Miss Islay for a few more days....

.... but even when they are gone there will be some corner of a Surrey lounge that is fur-ever Rocky.....

*salutes*...Brigade dismissed.....Clapton, private 1st class