Victorious Visla

Thought I'd take this opportunity to congratulate Yogi the Hungarian Visla on his Crufts victory.

Bet that trophy's full of Bonio

Obviously, if I'd been there myself he'd have had a pretty stiff competition, but you have to support a fellow ginger-coated canine.

And what better way for him to celebrate his win than by retiring and putting his paws up for a well deserved rest.

Carpet Capers!

Excellent - they have finally given me something to get excited about.

New carpets! No more running into the hall to attack the mail, only to find that fluffy paws can’t brake on laminate flooring and that the front door is not a gentle buffer.

Now everywhere is soft and fluffy, perfect under paw and excellent for leaving big deposits of loose fur.

It’s especially helpful that the carpets are almost black and I’m blonde, so I can see exactly where I’ve been, and where I left that munched up old chew stick and broken bit of Bonio.

Gorgeous Again!

Having revealed to you my 'spot of bother', I felt too ashamed to put paw to keyboard until it cleared up.

Now I'm pleased to say that my posterior is perfect again and I'm back in action!

Pooch with a Pimple

I have a spot on my bottom!

My fur's fairly long, so I’ve been covering it up, but MM & DD noticed it during my regular puppy massage (yes, I know it’s pathetic, but I love a massage – just don’t tell them that I actually enjoy something they do).

First of all, they chased me round the flat with a tube of Germoline. I put up with that for two days and then started diving under the couch whenever they unscrewed the lid. That give them the hint pretty quick, but I wasn’t prepared for last night…

MM caught me off guard and whacked a big dollop of face pack on my pimply problem. I got the last laugh though when DD said he’d paid over £60 for the mud mask as a present to MM and about £20 of that was dripping off my fur onto the floor.

I'm just one step away from this!

Hound In A Huff!

I am not a happy hound!

Huffing - Hobbs style

Want to know why? I'll tell you why!

Those two had the nerve to call me a 'Wagamuffin' today. Just because I need a trim and happen to have been snowed on and then sprayed with slush by very passing vehicle for the past few weeks.

They think they're so perfect - well, they forget that I see what they look like in the morning and believe me, if there's anything that will put you off your morning bowl of kibble, it's them in their pyjamas and bed head hair!

Cold Canine

Okay, I take back all the bad things I’ve said about my new coat.

Why? Because it’s bloody freezing here in Scotland!!

My tender toes and jellybutton nose are numb within about three seconds of setting paw out the front door.

Even though I’m still pretending I hate putting the coat on, I’m secretly loving how toasty warm it keeps me when I’m out and about, picking up and dropping off my pee-mail.

Now I just have to sort out the nipping pads I get from walking on the salty gritted pavements.

Looks like I spoke too soon - here comes MM with the Paw Wax!

Ba(rk)h Humbug!

It's taken me over a week to recover from the disappointment of Christmas Day.

Did I find Fifi, warm and snuggly, in my basket? N0!

Did I get a convertible sports car with heated seats? No!

Did I get a waterproof jacket and (horror or horrors) a matching harness? Yes, I bloody did!

Okay, so I also got some damn fine canine confectionery, including a pack of rather impressive cigars, but it's not enough to stop me making my mark on that jacket!

A prickly like this should do the job...

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....