Month: November 2007

There is was gone, the heating that is. It went off again then it was on, then it was off. Now we are going to […]

Only our moles could dig through the permafrost that is our garden. They must be out there wrapped up in their moleskin coats, (or do […]

I forgot to wish my grandpa a happy 82nd birthday yesterday. That would be awfully old in dog years. I make him about 574 in […]

I have worked out what the moles have been doing. They are clearly digging to keep warm. They are workaholic moles who don’t like hibernating, […]

I’m not bitter that I won’t be seeing the Eiffel Tower. I am not disappointed that I won’t get to visit the Louvre. I will […]

I am starting to thing that my master is just a mirage who passes through occasionally. Maybe he is a figment of my imagination. Worse, […]

I had a card from my mum and sister and one from my granny and grandpa yesterday. It was a lovely day. I think birthdays […]

Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday dear Alfie, happy birthday to me. Can I open my presents now? Not that they […]

I’m home. Oh it was a wonderful feeling to put my paws back on Belgian soil. England is all well and good but I’m Belgian. […]

Why do humans eat ginger? Now I am off my diet I am begging for any scraps that anyone is daft enough to spare for […]