The Artistic Dog

Nobody understands how difficult it can be keeping the boss under control. He goes off into his own ways too often for my liking. He’d been out the other night – some gig with Jackson Browne – and obviously had a good time. He left me for 8 hours, selfish sod. In his defence, his…

I am done for. Done For. A week of it. A whole week of it. It’s like I’m trapped in the living room. When I whinge and do go out it’s so bloody hot I run straight back in and forget to my cock my leg. I’ve had enough. Walking at dawn, what is that…

It’s been a difficult week looking from my view down on the pavement. It all started on Monday when the master and I had to suffer the horrible remnants from inconsiderate dog owner’s who don’t clear up behind them like the boss does. It drives me mad, I do NOT want to be putting my…

Will it ever end? Can anybody explain how losing 60 seats is a “win”? Why do I have to lay on the settee listening to endless journalists discussing what “might” happen…or “could” happen…or “won’t happen for a few months”…etc etc etc. My pavement view is that there seems to be a bit of a row…

The Master seems very happy. Probably the fact he was laughing for such a long time when he awoke to be told that the SNP had lost twenty odd seats and heard that Salmond & Robertson had both been kicked out of Parliament was the main reason. He lectures me on the benefits of a…

Why can’t dogs vote? After all, I have had to suffer all this election stuff whilst my master shouts at the tv, in reality the mildest of his reactions that I can report. There have been a couple of occasions when that ancient hippie was on the screen I had to move pretty quickly to…

What is it about politicians that basically make them unable to answer a question? My master was watching Corbyn v May last night and I had to jump off the settee to get some peace. He shouted at them both and I got a bit worried for the tv’s safety, especially as I’m looking forward…

Woof! Woof! Woof! Welcome to my first- ever blog, whatever a blog actually is. Bit of a stupid word. All these modern words are a bit beyond me sometimes, even though I am an above-average English Springer spaniel. My “master” thinks he is charge, but he lives in a bit of Piscean dream world. I’m…