Day of the devil

It’s been a while, I know. I’m sorry. It’s just that I’ve been sooooooo busy…erm…keeping Mum and Dad on their toes.

Honestly, it’s like a full time job. Every day I have to invent new ways to make sure they stay on top form. It’s so tiring!

This one was probably one of my best though. Perch the Bonio right on the edge of the rug, then pounce on it and push it under the sideboard. All the makings of a classic:


Speaking of classics, I pulled a textbook move today at Granny and Grandad’s. When we came in from running around in the garden, Mum got distracted for a minute and during that tiny window, I skipped off (la la la) round the corner right into the stinky pond.

Man it felt good. Mum was a bit too preoccupied to take any photos of it, but think ‘hippo in mud’ and you’ll be on the right track.

Unfortunately, ‘pond gate’ did lead to me having to have a bath – with three lots of shampoo to get rid of all the sludge – but it was well worth it. And as an added bonus, Mum decided to buy me my own ‘pond’ later in the day with the hope of discouraging a repeat (yeah right)!

H x

Where's the pond weed? Why can I see the bottom? Why doesn't this pond smell bad?

Where’s the pond weed? Why can I see the bottom? Why doesn’t this pond smell bad?



Vernal equinox means one thing…

It’s Spring…therefore…the ice cream parlours are back open. Thank the Lord!

If only the service were a bit quicker. Apparently they don’t all speak dog and some still require a human slave to do the ordering. Really?

A vanilla cornet please...

A vanilla cornet please…

Come on...I've been waiting months for this!

Come on…I’ve been waiting months for this!

Anyway, got it in the end. Bliss! Until some bloke on a bike looked like he was gonna steal it. But I saw him off with a huge helping of side eye ;) No one comes between me and my cornet!

Nom nom nom...

Nom nom nom…


You on the bike...back away from the ice cream...

You on the bike…back away from the ice cream…

H x


Another string to my bow

As some of you will know, I became an official bus inspector (for the day) a few weeks ago. Since then, Mum and Dad have been trying to find me more jobs to do. Apparently I need to be kept busy?? Yeah, that didn’t really make sense to me either, especially when I know that the dog trainer said I have a lot of my own ‘ideas’.

Anyway, I went along with it all, as you do. So, here I am being the cafe inspector in Kearsney Abbey – caught the kitchen workers unawares by peeking through the back window!

Window Hector

I think I’d better taste that cheese (again). You can never be too careful where customers are concerned.

And here is the excellent redecorating work I did in the lounge this week.

I call it 'cloud floor'. Don't tread on my dreams.

I call it ‘cloud floor’. Don’t tread on my dreams.

You might mock, but Picasso had his detractors in the day. Just you wait.

H x


Winter wonderland

What’s a guy to do when big white flakes start falling from the sky? Yep. You got it in one!

So here I am clowning around in the snow, maybe eating a bit of it, maybe skidding up and down the decking. You know, Bordoodle stuff :)

H x

Jeesh this is cold on my derriere...

Jeesh this is cold on my derriere…

Guess if I wiggle it a bit, that frosty behind might warm up. Beyonce eat your heart out!

Guess if I wiggle it a bit, that frosty behind might warm up. Beyonce eat your heart out!

Yes, those are skid marks where I'm hurtling down the decking. And?!

Yes, those are skid marks where I’m hurtling down the decking. And?!