Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is what I was born for! I feel it in my paws. Just a good temperature for running, and white as far as the eye can see. I love it!




The Runt.... not so much. Look at her! All this funny white stuff and she's sulking 'cos they won't chuck her stick. Boring!




Happy to report on my wandering today I discovered that the Tipi's and Yurt are all safe and survived the Blizzard (that's what Mummy called it 'cos she was bl***y cold last night) and are ready to roll.




Mummy wants Uncle Nic (he's the new cool dude at Deepdale) to build me a sledge so I can pull stuff with it. I think Mummy means pull her on it.

I'll get photo's if it happens.

Mummy's back!

The Mummy's have come home from somewhere called Maldives.

They look all brown and smell like fishes. Uncle Ian said they have been skiving and leaving him to do all the hard work.

He has sat in the courtyard for many hours smoking. It is very hard for him. He also had to take Jasper on walks and he pulled Uncle Ian up lots of hills, even though we don't really have hill's in Norfolk. He worked very hard at hiding my balls too. Bad Uncle Ian. I only dropped one on his head at 3 o'clock in the morning to play ball with me.

I don't like it when the Mummy's go away... but they usually find someone really soft to look after us. I slept in bed with Uncle Ian. He acts all tough but he's a big softie really.

The return of Uncle Ian!!

Yes he's back. (Can you see him?)

The lovable Uncle Ian, who throws sticks for me all day long.

Sticks.

And sticks.

And sticks!!

He's going to look after me and Jasper while he's painting the loo block, and he thinks Christmas is bloomin' stupid! Mummy 2 asked if he'd wear the Father CHristmas suit for the market tomorrow. He said lots of words after that that I can't spell. I think one was 'funk' and he said something about making him look like a kind of bird. Jasper chases those blue tits around the garden at home. I don't know what this has to so with Uncle Ian in a Santa suit 'cos that's red, not blue!

I'm Depressed!

Mummy told me this morning that this time next week I was going to be going to the Christmas Market at the Campsite and Hostel.

I got excited.

Markets equals food, people and lots and lots of attention for Jasper's!

A very good day indeed!

Then she went and spoilt it.... She told me I have to wear the stupid reindeer antlers on my head that she got for some stupid shop in Kings Lynn. Who designed these stupid things? Who? Idiot!

The runt is excited about it.

Muppet.

The Adventures of Jasper and Jazz: Mummy won a prize!

The Adventures of Jasper and Jazz: Mummy won a prize!

Mummy won a prize!

Mummy 2 was awarded the 2009 East of Engerland Sustainable Tourism Award.

Not got a clue what that is but Mummy 2 was talking to a man from the Tellybox and she said "Sustainable tourism is an industry committed to making a low impact on the environment and local culture, while helping to generate income and employment for local people. The aim of sustainable tourism is to ensure that development is a positive experience for local people; tourism companies; and tourists themselves.
Deepdale Backpackers and Camping has strived to fully encapsulate this ethos into its development from the very beginning. Starting as a single camping paddock back in 1979 used only through July and August, a summer project has grown into a worthy representative of sustainable tourism."

I think she's talking about all the litter picking I do and the bins I watch the people in blue jumpers empty all the time. But don't quote me on that!

It also means that now she has won the East of Engerland trophy, she goes into the competition for the whole of Engerland.

Mummy 2 also said "We don't inherit the World; we borrow it from our children…At Deepdale we intend to look after it until we return it."

Mummy 2 talks rubbish sometimes!

It's a funny old world!

Now, i gotta tell ya... it's been a mad summer this year! I've work like a dog! Pulled this stupid green trolley, full of whatever Mum decides to put in it, wherever Mum decides we're going. I've chased them pesky Rabbits off my fields more than once or twice (I'm not really very good at counting. Once i get to four I'm lost!) and the Mum's have been running around like headless Chickens. Hm Chicken!

Sorry just drooled on the keyboard. Back to my blog.

Mum is now gearing up for Christmas. This is good because it means i get a huge bone. But it is bad because they put stupid paper on it and leave it in the front room expecting me not to eat it, whilst i try to keep dog/cat (also known as Athena - the grey child. Please refer to the picture for more clarification. she begs for food better than we dogs do. she only goes out for ablutions when we do and she comes in if you call her name.) away from it. FOR WEEKS!!!!!

I'm not joking! They put it there for WEEKS!

Evil Mum's. Just give me the bone!

Christmas Bone, Christmas Bone, Christmas Bone!