January Sunday

How refreshing, the cool sea breezes of a winter afternoon on the beach. Why are you shivering, mom?

Car Salesman

Yesterday mom and dad went shopping for a new car, and while they were in the showroom, discussing whether the back seat would be wide and comfortable enough for me, I waited outside in our car. Then the salesman wanted to give dad a quote, and for that he needed to inspect the old car. He appeared suddenly and flung himself into the driver's seat. I thought he was a thief. I jumped up and barked and growled and showed him my big set of lethal teeth. Have you ever see a flying car salesman?

Cosy

Muddy walk in the woods or park, getting washed with the garden hose, rubbed dry with my towel, and then a good rest on the sofa, all wrapped up warm and cosy. That's how I spend these winter mornings. When is lunch ready?

Snow

Yesterday it snowed. Rory and I had lots of fun running about, and this morning we walked through the woods. Everything smells differently when there is snow.

Country Living

In glossy magazines there are glamorous tweedclad ladies lounging in front of the fire, a crystal glass with sherry in a manucured hand, and at their feet sit well-groomed retrievers. Nothing could be further from reality: Rory's mom and my mom, battered by storm and rain, wearing wet parkas, caps down to their eyes, muddy green wellingtons, and by their side, Rory and I, as wet and muddy as dogs can get. And in their hands are bags with something no responsible dog owners leave behind.

Happy New Year!

This is me in the new bed they bought me for Christmas. There was some discussion about whether a fancy new bed would hopefully make me less inclined to jump in between them during the night, and take up so much space that one of them ends up on the floor. I do like the new bed, but I like company even more.