16/11/2025
SUNDAY MORNING CHAOS AT LOVEMUD HQ 🐾☕️
Please admire how I seem to be slowly morphing into the third floof in my household.
This cardigan?
A brown, woolly, chunky-knit tribute act.
Basically… a sophisticated chicken nugget with glasses.
(Still waiting on my Specsavers modelling contract. I won’t hold my breath, but I will keep tagging them 😂🤓)
Lolly is doing tiny dream zoomies.
Lenny has the hiccups.
I did an hour’s work before 7.30am and now need a nap because apparently I’m an old menopausal dog lady who peaked too early.
I LOVE being up before the world wakes — the quiet, the calm — but then reality taps me like: “Sweetheart… you’re forty-something and feral. Go lie down.”
Meanwhile the small human has a football match in two hours.
My actual little superstar.
Recently SCOUTED by Brighton (still screaming). One day he’ll be in the Premier League buying me a house with a pool and enough land for the 84 floofs I intend to adopt. Manifesting responsibly ⚽️🐾
Favourite feedback of the week:
“Thank you so much. I actually understood what you were on about. My Cockapoo’s face finally looks round and not square.”
IMMEDIATELY my brain pictured a Cockapoo looking like one of those strange characters from… the Roblox movie? Was there even a Roblox movie?? Maybe it was Minecraft. You know the ones — those weird little farmer-market square-headed people. If you know, you know. Anyway, I digress.
The Cockapoo Masterclass has been POPPING OFF this week and I’m so glad it’s helping new groomers and floof parents feel more confident.
If you want the link, just comment “Masterclass” and I’ll ping it over.
PS: Bonus pics of Lenny at the end looking like he’s been dragged backwards through a hedge by a squirrel. Yes, he needs a haircut. Yes, I could watch my own Masterclass. Do I? Absolutely not. Do as I say, not as I floofing do.