Ho Ho Ho from Hobbs

A barking good Christmas to all my four (and two) legged friends!

I refused to wear a Santa hat, but here's a picture of some poor pooch who did....

Snuffling in the Snow

I've been out all morning making yellow snow.

MM and DD insisted I wear my Buff to keep my neck warm.

It wasn't my neck I was worried about getting chilled - my fuzzy little plums were freezing when I was posing for these pictures!

Santa Paws Is Coming

MM and DD asked me to think about what I would like Santa Paws to bring me for Christmas this year.

I know that Santa Paws isn’t real, but for their sake I go along with it, so here’s my list...

1. To wake up and find I’m sharing my basket with Fifi, the hot Westie who lives across the road.


2. A convertible sports car, so I can sit in the front seat and feel the wind in my fur without having to stand on the door handle to stick my head out the window.


That’s it. That’s all I ask for - two things.

Of course, with my luck and owners I’ll probably end up with yet another embarrassing jacket that I’ll have to ‘accidentally’ rip to shreds on a bramble bush....

Tired Terrier!

I’m a very tired terrier.

Every morning for the past week MM has dragged me out of my basket at quarter to six for a half hour walk in the freezing cold before she goes to that ‘Work’ place that she never seems to be away from.

I don’t know what kind of kicks she gets from these early morning outings, but it isn’t doing my mood any good.

Then DD hangs around the house all day and keeps me awake, when all I want to do is sneak into their bedroom and make myself comfy on their quilt.

Have they never heard the expression 'Let Sleeping Dogs Lie'?!

Downward Dog

I consider myself to be a competent canine when it comes to yoga - well, mainly just the downward dog move…

Anyway, MM showed me this calendar the other day.


She tells me they’ve been photo-shopped.
I have no idea what that is, but it looks pretty painful.

Paws & Pedals Don't Go

I don't normally see the point in putting up colour pictures on my dog blog, because I only see them in black and white, but DD tells me this one is definitely better viewed in colour.

Oh the humiliation!

I'm cringing already, but felt I had to show it so you know what MM does to me in the name of entertainment. I only agreed not to bite her because she convinced me it would cheer DD up while he can't ride his new bike himself.

At least she didn't force to me to wear those embarrassing lycra shorts that he's so fond of….

Doleful Dog

Today I'd like to share with you one of my heroes.

My Hero working his magic

His name is Mr Newman and he lives in San Francisco - he's also been dubbed the 'World's Saddest Dog'.

So, why is he such a hero to me?

Well, a pooch pal of mine has a cousin who knows old Newmie and tells me that deep down he's really a happy, little chap. He just practises that face for when his humans leave him alone and it gets him all the love and attention he needs.

That's one seriously clever canine.

Chews to Choose - No.1

There are few things in life more satisfying that a good nibble at my Aunt Susie's hair and it's a passion I've been indulging in since I was a pup.

Generally, I like to wait until she's relaxing on the sofa before I launch my attack; as you can see from this picture.


It may look as though she's fighting me off, but actually she thoroughly enjoys the whole thing.

Caring Canine

Here I am alert and ready for action as I look after DD while he's poorly.

You can see his pyjamas in the corner of the picture - as usual he's taking up more than his fair share of sofa.

I'm actually only pretending to be sleeping to avoid having to give him mouth-to-mouth or some other revolting, human medical manoeuvre.

Sausage Sorrow

After lying in my basket all night thinking about going to Clive Ramsay to get a sausage for my lunch, I got so carried away at the V.E.T imagining its fine flavours, that I forgot to wince when I got my booster!!

Before I could say ‘Organic Pork’ we were back in the car and heading home; the smell of that succulent sausage getting fainter and fainter as we went further down the motorway.

In comparison the chew stick I got instead was just one step up from something stolen from the bin! Not that I’d ever lower myself to stealing from the bin, of course...