A hound in the city…

Occasionally our work takes us out of the office, I love road trips where I am chauffeured in the comfort of a private vehicle (or an Addison Lee) but I am not so keen when we have to get public transport with the great unwashed. We were heading to Greenwich, through canary wharf (where there were no yellow birds for me to chase, very disappointing) to check out the market. I did not really care for any of it and I was most relieved to be told this would not be within my remit….

Buy/sell/buy sell….

I am not impressed….

Once again, dear readers I have experienced the feeling of disappointment. This I tell you never happened when I was on the show circuit. Before Christmas I was asked to model for www.bottlegreenhomes.co.uk for their spring/summer brochure. Now as you know, I’ve been holding out for Mulberry (which my dear frenemy Stanley has had the pleasure) and I was concerned that if I agreed to this, it would harm my chances of selection.

Well we settled that if I was to appear in the brochure I would be on the first three pages….. Well can you imagine my rage when I discover that instead of starring on the front cover, I’m on page 13???!!!

This was not in my contract….

Where is my contract? Get my agent on the phone….

This is boring me. Why do they not get it right?

And I’m now expected to stamp and address the envelopes….

You just can’t get the staff….

This wouldn’t happen at Mulberry, I tell you.

A spring break….

As regular readers know, I am very partial to some coastal air. We decided to get up early one saturday and head to the Kent coast to check out Broadstairs and most importantly, the beach. I LOVE the beach, it put’s a skip in my step and a wag in my tail. I try to get the humans to run with me, there is nothing more refreshing than the sea air ruffling through my fur, but they can be very boring sometimes. I usually have to circle them like a shark, bash the back of their legs, then jump up and nibble their behinds. They then usually get the picture and will finally run with me, but never for as long as I want. I then have to go through the rigmarole all over again. One of these days I will book them into a dachshund translation course as it really doesn’t have to be this hard…..

Taking in the air…

Circling my humans….

What are you looking at?

Aren’t I cute?

A very dog friendly establishment….

Occasionally I am treated to a night out, although inevitably talk often revolves round work. One of my favourite local establishments is the Northgate Pub on Southgate Road, London, N1. They are a particularly dog friendly pub, with special dog biscuits behind the bar and nice comfy sofa’s.

Well readers I think they must have thought it was my birthday as I was given my very own special treat…..

Waiting for our drinks order….

oh, look what the waitress brought over….

Are these for me? Monsieur you are really spoiling us….

and then there were three….

then two……well you can probably guess the rest….

A very busy Valentines….

Usually I can not abide the postman, disturbing my morning nap with his gate swinging, door banging ways. Except at this time of year, when the majority of the post is for me. I usually have to book at least two days out, just to get through all my cards. It’s exhausting I tell you. With my new found fame, this valentines looks to be a bumper year….

It’s a hard knock life…

Once again I was required to model. This time on one of the coldest days of the year for the spring/summer look book, I was not impressed. First of all I was ignored while the other shots were going on, then suddenly I was expected to perform without anyone taking into account my working process. I am more method than Al Pacino. What was the story for the spring shoot? Who am I? What is the emotion I need to carry across? All these questions and absolutely no answers. The only direction I received was ‘the light is dying, get on with it….’

Finally it has arrived….

All winter I have been waiting for at least a dusting of the magical white stuff and this year I have been left waiting. This is not a feeling I am familiar with or one I want to get used to. Finally the snow has arrived. We immediately took to the heath to frolic in the snow with the rest of the world and their dogs. I did not care for the small humans on sledges but I did enjoy scampering around…

It’s not fair….

Sometimes I think I’m expected to do everything round here. I have just been told off for forgetting to remind the boss to buy flowers for our spring shoot today. I was allegedly told last night to remind her on the way back from getting the coffee’s this morning and I didn’t. All I remember hearing last night was blah blah blah. It’s going to be a long day….

Happy new year!

As my loyal readers know, I always like to celebrate the new year by taking in some fresh air, going for a long walk while thinking about the year ahead. I was not impressed with the weather on the day itself. There we were in Richmond park, all ready for a lovely refreshing walk, granted it was overcast but no one had mentioned rain. Well someone did, about 20 mins before it started. Turns out this fool we had with us, had not thought to mention before we set off that it was going to lash down with rain for a good few hours so I was not fully prepared. I was not impressed I tell you. It was duck weather and I am not a duck. Happy new year.

Christmas Break Part One

Despite being told that this year would be an austerity christmas, santa left me several presents under the tree (and not the kind of presents I occasionally leave if I’m caught short or maybe I just want to make a point) I particularly enjoyed the unwrapping process, trying to guess what animal it would be and hearing my new friend for the first time. I rather like my new moose and also another  duck ‘friend’ for me to kill. It all got a bit much after a while so I just closed my eyes and had 40 winks. Merry christmas.