The Arrival Of The Christmas Terrorist!

It arrived on the 29th.

It stayed for 2 whole days.

Jasper growled at it when it pinched crisps off the table.

I growled at it when it bullied me.

The people who arrived called it George.

I call it... The Christmas Terrorist.

It kept licking all inside my mouth. All the time. It licked my tounge. Ew. It licked my nose. Ew. It licked my teeth. Ew. it even licked my lips. Ew.


I growled.

It licked some more.

I showed it my teeth.

It licked some more.

I was ferocious.

It licked some more.

So I hid behind Mummy.

It tried some more!




Mummy says a puppy is for life not just for Christmas.

I hate Christmas.

The terrorist went on the Thursday and Aunty Sophie came to see us all.

She brought with her her Christmas present.

She calls it Dylan.

It has paws as big as Jaspers at that age(that's what Mummy 2 said anyway).

That means he's gonna be huge!

I hate scary Puppies!



Jasper says I'm a wuss.

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!