The long and short of it……

When I heard we were off to The Longs Arm, I thought, how very dare you. I resent the implication and whatever I lack in stature I more than make up in personality…..

Are you calling me short?

 

The food better be good….

 

I couldn’t decide between the Venison or Beef…

 

Where is my food?

 

Are you planning to share any of that?

 

Beef. My favourite….

 

Selfishly I wasn’t given any. None, whatsoever. Not even a little carrot*….How could they resist me? Especially when I look so cute….

I was quite overcome with hunger, so had to have a little lie down.

Selfish humans.

*This may not be absolute truth, I may have been given one carrot, but I wanted the whole plate.

Grovelands Fair.

On friday not only was my day ruined by the arrival of 250 hated labrador mugs, I was then informed that we would be working ALL weekend at the Grovelands Fair to celebrate their 100 years. To say I was irked would be an understatement, especially when I was told the weather was not going to be great. I really am regretting not reading my employment contract properly….

 

What are we waiting for?

 

You will buy my tea towel.

 

Despite reports to the contrary, for once the sun did shine.

 

Don’t think that I can’t see you….

 

When can we go home?

 

I firmly dispute any allegations that I was not 100% involved in the selling…

 

The best bit was the chicken kebab, although cruelly I was not allowed my own one.

 

I am watching you.

 

Ps can you believe I’ve just been given my summer schedule and there will be at least another 4 of these wretched fairs I have to attend. I better get that Mulberry cashmere jumper.

Soho lights….

I was invited along with my slaves to a little shindig in town, one Saturday evening; Soho, W1 to be precise. To the very civilised establishment The Crown and Two Chairmen where dogs are very welcome (along with humans, with a thirst for beer and deep pockets)

 

We were upstairs, which was a relief due to the masses on the ground floor. In area reserved solely for me

 

I soon made myself very comfortable….

 

I was greatly admired (of course) by all the party but I was only interested in what the staff were bringing to the table….

 

How kind…

 

Fried chicken. My absolute favourite.

 

The evening did start to drag for me once the food had cleared.

 

Till I had a word and made sure my staff ordered me my usual addison lee car to carry me safely home to my bed.

 

My preferred transportation method.

 

 

 

Badminton. It’s not just a game. Who knew?

This bank holiday weekend, saw me heading to my country retreat. It’s been such a busy year, this was the first opportunity since Christmas for me to escape the city and kick back in the country air. However on saturday I was informed that we were heading to Badminton to check it out, as ‘we’ are considering booking a stand their next year…..

 

There were some very large dogs eating grass outside of the house…..

 

It was dressage day. I could be a dressage dog, with moves like this….

 

There were some other very strange creatures walking around the tents…I’m not sure I cared for them.

 

However these animals did catch my eye and were at a very handy dachshund level which was rather fortunate….

 

I could definitely be an eventing contender…

 

It’s thirsty work in the sunshine.

 

Aren’t I Handsome?

Another boring work post….

Once again dear readers I was expected to abandon my hound about town duties and was ordered to roll up my feathers and get involved in what can only be described as one of the most boring tasks ever. The annual stock take.

As this does not revolve round me, I do not care for it….

 

I was expected to write down the current stock levels…

 

Why me?

 

I thought modelling was tedious but this is another level of drudgery.

 

Surely you fools must have counted it all by now? Sometimes, I think to myself, you just can’t get the staff.

I better get an extra long walk on the heath this weekend…..

 

A new kind of Liberty….

As my regular readers know, it is a rare establishment that does not welcome me with opening arms.

Clearly retailers are catching onto this fact, that to attract the right sort of crowd, one really must make ones four legged friends most welcome.

Liberty has an excellent policy of welcoming any dog under 50cm into their store, which is an excellent policy as it keeps the labrador riff raff out and the lovely well behaved (ahem) dachshunds like myself in……

What kind of dogs are these?

No dachshund lights?

Where to next?

We haven’t checked out downstairs yet….

Don’t I look handsome?

Spring may be here….

Finally some sunshine to warm the bones. The sun gives me a skip to my step, a wag to my tail and a glint in my eye….

You will run with me….

I’m coming to get you….

It may be sunny, but it is still too cold to drop the coat…