If there’s one thing I cannot stand it’s the joy the Humans get from making US look like THEM. Have they no idea just how lame they look at the Christmas dinner table with ill-fitting paper hats perched on their heads. The racket they make
Who knew 2020 would be the best year of a dog’s life! The Humans stayed Home every day and every evening! It was WONDERFUL. Especially for my dim brother Baxter who is a real Mummy’s Boy and is now totally out of howling practice (pitiful
Dim Brother Baxter has to be the soppiest dog in the Village. If you want to know where Baxter is, look for My Human (MH). I’ve seen him. He’ll follow her outside to the washing line and pretend he’s on other business. The minute she’s back
For My Human (MH) it’s coffee – lots of it. Especially when she has one of her paintings happening in the studio. For me it’s got to be: Food (especially chicken bones left for us by the Village builders to vacuum) and Barking (baroooo) at nothing
So My Human (MH) set up her easel in the studio and dusted off the acrylics to paint a picture of me! Bonnie the Barker – aka The Village Newshound – now immortalized and given to the Chief of my Fan Club. MH’s normal style is
My Dim Brother Baxter (MDBB) never ceases to surprise. Always last in line, Baxter will even step aside if Bloomy-the-Cat wants to try his food! Your classic runt of the litter, MDBB follows where I lead and never lets My Human (MH) out of his love-sick
So My Human (MH) and I have the best game ever. This is how you play… 1. MH carefully makes her bed every morning, shaking out the sheets and smoothing the duvet and blankets neatly. 2. We go through to the kitchen where Hungry Cat and Dim
My Human (MH) is spending many hours these days in her studio painting, painting. She left really early one morning, even before our walk on the "Pad" by the river, and has been an unresponsive Human ever since. MH keeps on pouring over her laptop brightness
So My Human (MH) says that it's my nose that gets me into trouble. MH spent a panting hot Stanford weekend planting trees to make shade for us in a few years time. Dim Brother Baxter and I watched closely as she added humming manure and