The Sausage Revolution Is Here.
To be honest this whole lock down thing has been fine for me. The family are being kept captive in the house which suits my needs. There is always someone around to feed me, they have become nothing less than slovenly to be honest. So the 'Don't feed the dog at the table' 'Don't let... Continue Reading →
I’m livid – there’s a new sausage in town.
Heartbreak hotel - despite my orders they have got a dog!
Sausage sitting
we have the delicious treat of sausage sitting this week for our friends. Meet Otto. A magnificent long sausage - on a larger scale than Charlie Chorizo the two get on like brothers from different mothers. Early walks, paddling in the sea, biscuits from the local cafe owners, they are living the dream. We are... Continue Reading →
New Sausage on the horizon.
Not in my house thank goodness. BUT there is a small cute button called Pip who has just landed from planet sausage in her new home in Aberdeen and there is no two ways about it - she is a cutie pie. "She" the woman who claims to love me, is desperate to go North... Continue Reading →
Short leg. Deep snow. Cold bottom.
You may laugh. its not funny being so small I trail through the snow like a stone. Its cold under there I can tell you. Its not helped by the laughing and pointing my shop seems to elect from passersby. Please be thoughtful the next time you see a low slung sausage sashaying in the... Continue Reading →
Scottish sausage supporting Scotland
The humanoids were in a state of excitement on Saturday - yesterday. They were chattering madly and virtually ignored me as they prepared to go out and about in Edinburgh to see Scotland play England at rugby. The Calcutta Cup they called it? Fuss about nothing if you ask me. Embarrassingly Trumpton was clad in... Continue Reading →
Hotel Du Vin
The most dog friendly hotel in Europe? Hotel Du Vin on Wimbledon Common is a dog lovers delight. As we pulled in to the huge car park we were faced with a beautiful old house as the long suffering husband exclaimed that the car in the a park net to us a De Lorean which... Continue Reading →
When I was young and puppy like I started this blog.
You know how it is guys. Bones, sausages, biscuits and balls get in the way of life and what a life it's been so far. I'm 3 now - 3 years old and the burning sausage ambition in my belly I must write. And so..... I
New bark recognition software means dogs can now write!
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