The Artistic Dog
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Trust yourself to find the path where there is no if and when; if you want somebody you can trust, trust yourself
When in life you life find something you believe in, and then you can teach it, or lead others in it or put it into practice for yourself every day of your life, then you are one fortunate person. This thought came to me as I looked over the Bosses shoulder at some Facebook posts…
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And look not for answers where no answers can be found
It’s all been a mixture of good and bad, which I suppose is the story of life. My good was going on holiday for three days without him indoors. It was all a surprise; if I could remember everything I did I would tell you. But I haven’t seen Auntie Karen since – who took…
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If dogs run free, then what must be, must be
Sometimes my diary is crammed with goodies. Sometimes my diary is empty. Recently it has been goodies. We’ve been out so much I’m beginning to believe that the old boy has decided that life is just a party, and he’s trying to teach me how to party at the same time. As if I didn’t…
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Shadows are falling and I been here all day
If you weren’t able to catch up with The Boss at his recent bash, I thought perhaps you may like to have a read of his “partly stolen” words. “Older Age I have decided is a gift. And now, probably for the first time in my life, I am the person I have always wanted to be.…
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Trouble in the Bar
Down here on the pavement the weather is a pretty important subject. After all, when it’s raining I haven’t any raincoat protecting me. Or my belly! I’m far too macho to allow one of those doggie macs anywhere near me. Come on, let’s be honest – animals look stupid in those things. The poor…
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The Scourge of Weight
I’m getting older, I’m nine (and a half) although obviously I’m fit as a flea and carry no surplus kilograms (I also believe in hiding from the truth, like the Master). I look good! Everybody tells me so. Handsome. Always, handsome. Occasionally, cute. But beautiful. Serene. Delightful. Never (or rarely) a mention of portly, round,…
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Sporting Heroes
Its been a week of sport on television. The boss loves his sport, in fact he is pretty much a TV sports addict. Judging by his shape he would be better off taking part in sport than simply watching it. Amusingly he claims that walking me constitutes serious, committed exercise but I know better than…
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Working Dog
I was lay, relaxing upon the cold, tiled floor of The Little Pack Horse pub in my splendid little town. It has been a busy weekend – party Saturday, then jeez all these folks kept calling Sunday morningI. No wonder I was still knackered when the old boy took me to our local pub for…
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Party Party Party
I must be getting old. My dog years are catching up I reckon. I used to run all day, chasing a ball, then run all night again. Sleep? Didn’t need it. Partying with pals to the early hours. No problem. Never been a fan of the heat though. But it seems that all those late…
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It’s Late
I’ve learned to love music. Not politics. Maybe football. Not shouting. Perhaps drinking. And understanding that sometimes these things (but always music) mean not sleeping. Music is the best. I love it now. Now I understand. I mean love, like it flows through my veins, it touches every extremity, it makes me move…
