Month: July 2009

Oh the excitement! The sheep are back. They arrived yesterday and I barked a greeting to them. Actually, I probably barked a greeting to the […]

That’s the sort of headline I like. “Drunk British man hands out cash to strangers.” You can just see the scene the following day when […]

I love the way that with sport, everyone claims certain victory before the game even begins. Take the cricket for example, not only is England […]

I’ve thought about continuing to write my Woodland Stories on my own, but it’s no good. I’m a dog. What do I know about writing […]

Well I didn’t see that coming. My Mistress has come back from her writers’ conference all set to buckle down and work and she is […]

Shadow has learnt what it means to be a pet. Where are we on the scale of importance? Somewhere down there near the bottom. I […]

Tonight it is the quiz in our local pub. The rule is that if you win the quiz then you set the next one. It […]

It’s strange when you are cooped up with someone twenty four hours a day, you get to the point you can’t wait to have a […]

When my Mistress was in Belgium, she nearly had the opportunity to give a home to a cat. Of course, it wasn’t just any cat, […]

I’ve organised Shadow ready to go to kennels. She was a bit uncertain about what to take, particularly as she managed to shred one of […]