Spooky Boo

Here is a picture of 'MY' park when the spooks had been around; Dad was a bit scared to go in at first, but as I was there to guard him he finally seemed OK.
Little Miss Naughty and Easy-Peasy came back to work, so he was happy again as LMN told him all about the whiskey she had been drinking, or rather gargling with. He came back and told me that the upstart NuNU -hark hark I hear Thunder [must be the Peas I ate last Sunda] was now sleeping on her Mistresses bed! Don't get any ideas I was firmly told otherwise no Christmas dinner and certainly no more dried tripe sticks.
Lady Woodhouse had been very pleased with her recent mention and has advised Dad that I need to widen the scope of my musical tastes. I will certainly try.
Lady Woodhouse and the Black Hand Gang had recently been upset because someone referred to them as 'ladies' - It couldn't have been Dad as he always calls them 'Wimmin'

woof woof

The thoughts of Princess Leia - 2

Master or Servant?
Just remember who shovels whose poo up - there's your answer

Weekend Bliss

The ankle biters came again on Saturday, and it was decided that the best way to tire them out was to take them to Kingston on the train. Sadly it tired them out too well as they fell asleep and when they returned all Dad wanted to do was join them.

My usual meagre demands of 'take me out' and 'feed me' onjy just worked, but the afternoon was rounded off by a bout of Chocolate Cake Cooking, which meant a few good licks of the bowl and a lot of crumbs later.

St Francis

As I'm a good catholic dog I wanted to remind all my furry friends that it is our Patron Saint's Day today. St Francis loved all animals - including Cats and Squirrels. However we all know that he loved DOGS the best as this picture shows. My dad asks St Francis to help him speak to animals, but it doesn't seem to work very well, despite thet fact that I can understand what he is upto most of the time.

http://www.newadvent.org/cathen/06221a.htm

The thoughts of Princess Leia - 1

Humans like to think that we dogs are pack animals looking for a leader. They are very wrong. Little do they know that it is the family who are the pack, as it is they who will end up running their lives around us!

As you can see on this photo I am at

the front and in charge

My favourite Tune

Turn up the speakers Lady Woodhouse!!

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=hKqLWbRNSXo

Little Miss Naughty

Dad said that LMN is not at work this week, something about not enough whiskey. Also Easy-Peasy is not around so there was a lot of running around the place where he works.

All the computers there keep going wrong which means none of the full time staff can send their e-mails which makes them grumpy as they have to look as though they are doing something important.

My Big Brother - when he was an ankle biter

This is Patrick who is now my big brother. He is the father of Sophia and Jessica the present ankle biters. His photo is with my dads other dog - Luke Skywalker.

Saturday the return of the Ankle Biters

Sophia and Jessica came again for the day, since my Brother Patrick and his wife Karan were doing some more painting. I went into the park with dad early this morning and the fog was there again. Dad calls it a Sea Roake, but as we are not near the sea, I'm not certain what he is talking about. Here is a picture of my park - yes I actually own it; but allow friends in occasionally. [Like my boyfriends - Obi-Wan, Luke, Dudley and Teddy] Unlike NuNu Thunder I have a lot of courtiers.

The ankl biters made chocolate cake and that was a nice follow on from their chips, chicken and bits of pizza.

Friday - the Demon Dog

Dad came back from work on Friday and called me the Demon Dog. I think it is part of the old saying 'kick the dog' - he didn't kick me! Seems he had done something nice at work and been commended for it; something to do with washing the dirty dishes. However Lady Woodhouse had called him teacher's pet [I thought that was a compliment but maybe I'm wrong about pets] and so he was grumpy until he had had a drink. The Ankle biters are coming on Saturday, yum yum more food falling to the floor.

The Ankle-Biters

These are my nieces I believe, as they belong to my Dad's Son - Patrick.
Jessica and Sophia like me a lot - well enough to feed me - but sadly they like chocolate more

Telling Off

My dad told me that he had been told off by Lady Woodhouse today; she was not happy that he hadn't written much about me recently and that some upstart called 'Nu-Nu' or something similar had been typing non stop for the last 3 months.

I can only assume that he, she and it had nothing better to do, but of course we have been fully occupied, chasing the cats and squirrels and in our spare time visitng our estate called Bushy Park.

I'm sure now that my dad is back earning money he will have lots more time to spare. At least it will keep Lady Woodhouse happy - or so he thinks.

This photo by the way is me waiting for the Ankle-Biters to drop something - alas since they we eating chocolate - see the next pix - I never got anything!!!

Welcome to my Dlog !!

I know that this has been a long time coming but it's important that, over the coming weeks, you learn about my PACK (of which of course I am the Leader), my other pack members (especially Peter who thinks he is the Pack Leader) and all the things that I do to train them and keep them in order.

As the days go on you will learn about all the other Pack members and be able to pick up a few tips on how to train them and keep them in order.

I hope you will find my story of interest - and maybe contact me sometime so that we may exchange stories.

But for the time being - WOOOF - catch those squirrels, chase those cats, lick the pack's feet.....