For the love of dogs.


Hi there, little ol me again.

Well, after the debacle with the Christmas tree (see video below)


I was rather pleased when some of the parcels mummy & daddy had put under the tree turned out to be more new toys for me!

I love my toys, particularly ones I can suck like a dummy, Bugs Bunny is my favourite but sometimes I suck my actual basket because it reminds me of my dog mummy.



On Christmas day, we went to Eversley Cottage where my brother and his partner live, the next day mummy started acting strange, she kept cuddling me and saying she was going to miss me because her and daddy were going on holiday, apparently we've got another home in Spain and one day I'm going there too. Of course I did miss mummy and daddy, but Eversley Cottage had a great garden for digging in and Bert and Holly gave me tidbits that I'm not really allowed at home, so all in all I had a gay old time.

                                                                          Eversley Cottage.

On the day that mummy and daddy were coming home, Bertie took me back to my house so that I'd be there waiting for them, unbeknownst to me, the aeroplane they were travelling home in had to be diverted so mummy and daddy were three hours late, by which time I was so bored, I'd chewed several slats off of the wooden door blind. They weren't cross though because they were just so overjoyed to see me, although you wouldn't of thought so the way mummy was blubbering like a baby.

                                                         Helping daddy mend the blinds.

Although I got away with chewing the blinds, mummy wasn't pleased a month later when I chewed up her special Valentines card from daddy, in fact, I got the feeling she didn't like me chewing the mail generally so I'm more of a stick boy now.

                                                               Mummy's Valentines card

                                                                          A delicious letter.

As well as chewing and digging, I love watching television, Paul O'Grady:For The Love Of Dogs is my favourite but I also like watching Professor Noel Fitzpatrick, he's very clever at helping dogs with disabilities like mine and mummy says one day we might go to see him about my leg.


Well, that's about it for this week because mummy says it's my bed time, see you soon.

                                                 Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Love and woofs
Dino xxxxxxxxx

Location: Fareham, UK

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  1. Unknown13 July 2017 at 10:16

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  2. Snoop Dog13 July 2017 at 11:56

    I've gone on my holibobs too with my doggie lady who walks me when my owner can't. The fam are off for a week in the morning so I'll be having some fun with the doggie lady's dogs.....and I'll get extra treats too. It's actually quite fun when they disappear for a bit isn't it hahaha woof! I'm coming to see you soon so keep some tidbits hidden down the back of your basket and we'll have a partay....'till then stay cool!

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    1. Unknown14 July 2017 at 02:51

      Hi Snoop, great to hear from you. I hope you enjoy your stay with your doggy minder. Can't wait to see you when your mummy gets home and you come to visit, hopefully our mummy's will take us to The Shack where we can scrounge bits of sausage and other delicious things.
      Love and woods
      Dino xxxxx

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