Belated happy Christmas to all my followers, I hope you had a woofing
good time. I certainly did, with titbits
of turkey and lashings of love. After
sniffing all the presents under the tree to ensure none of them had bones
inside I retired to my bed to listen out for distant sleigh bells and then
checked the garden for reindeer droppings – didn’t find any.
The miniatures put in an appearance, all five of them and showed me
how to open presents with the utmost alacrity and speed, almost as quickly as I
excavate the garden when searching for my buried bones. The end result was very similar – great
joy!
The Boss and I are now deep into the shooting season and I have
proudly retrieved many pheasants and partridge for him. It is the time of year I love the most from
when he appears at breakfast time dressed in his shooting greens and I wear my
green lead with pride knowing I am doing the job I was born for. The freezer is getting stocked for the year
and every Sunday I have tasty game titbits to add to my biscuits as well as
long snoozes dreaming of running blissfully across the fields.
I wish you all a very happy healthy new year filled with some exciting
new smells for sniffing although the Mrs tells that sniffing and cold moist
noses do not have the same health connotations for you as they do for me. I wondered why one of the miniatures kept
trying to wipe mine with tissues…..
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