New girl in Heaven

Bonjour mes petits choux.  Il ya a une new girl in Heaven et je l'adore.  She used to be a French teacher et elle est si fun.  I wish I could have sat next to her at Grimshaw's.  She makes me laugh.  Beagles rule!
Rosie Burglar Gladstone-Bag xxxx

Graduation

Rosie Burglar Gladstone-Bag went up the rainbow today.  She will be attending The Hoover University.  Word has it that Emma, whose birthday is on Friday, has baked a cake for a welcoming party tonight.  Rosie is looking forward to re-uniting with old friends and family.

Amigos

1 2 3
4 legged friends.
These guys are bigger than Biebs or Hazza at Grimshaw's (no relation to DJ Nick, or so she says).

The girls' hearts are all a flutter with photos of the boys from Casa Feliz in Girona.
They are wishing her Happy Birthday from INSIDE THE CAR!!!
Besos besos b e s o s.

Grimshaw, however, shunned the paparazzi who caught her at lunch with Sam the Useful (or was it the Artist in Residence?). 

 Here is an earlier birthday correspondence, circa 2004, from Rosa Norte then known as Momery Twigg.

 The English are funny.

 

Reports of my death

 are greatly exaggerated.

Just having a snooze in the sun with my head resting on an old clay pot.

Not unlike Grimshaw and Grandma Grimshaw using rocks as pillows on White Sands beach.

More worrying news

from London this time.  Check it out here .  Paws and reflect.

New York New York

Check it out.  I could make it there.

Humouring Grimshaw

It's Mothers Day.  I say no more.

Gladstone-Bag speaks

I speak from the Head Perfect's Chair.  I must correct a misapprehension.  She is Miss Grimshaw.  Nothing Ms about her.  She does not hold with new-fangled ideas and likes to keep bloodlines pure.  I fear she will be amiss until the day she dies.  For a while I thought there was something going on with her and Sam the Useful, and then the Artist in Residence but I see no recent evidence.  I hold some hope for Mr Google - I believe they met on the internet.  I have heard his server is often down so that must be awkward.  Mr Firefox apparently finds this embarrassing.  I like the sound of him.

Back with a v

Some of you may know that, sympatico with Grandma Grimshaw, I was a little pawly over Easter.  The lump on my elbow suddenly got larger and Sam the Useful had to take me to the vet, who kindly removed it. Then last Friday I had what Mr Google describes as a 'vestibular event'.  It took me a cuppla days to recover.  Yesterday Grimshaw took me back to the vet to have my stitches removed - all is ok.  I am recuperating.  The acute observer may notice the ears of Samhain the Fox behind me - little vixen.

Christmas Treats. Not.

Grimshaw drives past here everyday.  And did we get any for Christmas?  No sirree.

Not a Happy Hound, John.  Or Jack.

Hot Doggin

Grimshaw's is on the world stage.  We have had an EOI from Utah:

Grimshaw

I am a young McLennan dog from Ogden, Utah. I recommend this location as suitable for young dogs  of high ambition.

Student exchanges considered. Further details available on request.

Woof, woof, etc.

Of course, the young pup needs some manners - Miss Grimshaw - puhleeeese.  Only I am allowed to call her  Grimshaw, and then only when she can't hear me.

She's over it

 Sis has stopped her sibilant sulking.  I am exultant.  Grimshaw has returned from the library with the book of my dreams.

Grimshaw was going to get me a pig to help out at the Orange Grove many years ago.  Then Grimshaw's Academy went all urban and I got Siss instead.  This was a blow cos pigs are intelligent

and smart.

Well, most of them.

Siss's in a sulk

Sis has been sulking ever since Grimshaw reported that Southern Belle at Portland has a black alpaca.  This has long been Siss's dream.  I don't see why she doesn't want a pig, like ordinary dogs.

Other duties as directed

Yesterday the rain came unexpectedly.

Not good for business or after-gallery walks.

I settled down to keeping a beady eye on the works.

Sis however...

Art takes it out of ya

Last night Steve, our Artist in Residence at Grimshaws, had an exhibition opening.  It was very exciting because many of the works included me and Sis with captions of our amazing wit.  But I'll tell ya, we're paying for it today.

Barney at Bunnings - more unsettling news?

I'm not easily spooked but I nearly fell off the tray of the ute when I saw this chap at Bunnings the other day.  Is it the mysterious Barney who sent me a rather self-satisfied blog postcard from St Davids back in June last year? The chap gets around.

Unsettling news

Word has it that some cats in Wales have their own blog.  How ridiculous.  As if.  On a totally different matter, Grimshaw's has received more stock for the library but I haven't had time to accession it yet.  Sam the Useful and Steve the Artist in Residence are away at present so we've had to do History with Grims.  Here we are with some chap called Egge who has nothing better to do than sit on the wharf all day.

No wonder he's history.

Library Holdings increase by 50% (or 200% from baseline)

I think I've got my stats correct.  Grimshaw's has received its third book!  This is something of a miracle given the posting address and sender.

Even the Wentworth Post Office is learning (possibly since the retirement of the Post Office Cat who could herself be the subject of a book...).

This is a book of great beauty.

But also a cautionary tale...

Library Holdings increase by 100%

As Library Monitor I'm pleased to announce the acquisition of this new compendium for the library.  It ingeniously consists of a calendar (there's no escaping them) with accompanying storybook.

This brings are library holdings to two (2).  Interestingly our first book is currently on loan to Rufus de Poodles and may have been his inspiration.  The Academy is truly a leader in education.

My Goodness, My Grimshaw

Grimshaw is back and I have relinquished my  position as Top Dog and resumed being Head Perfect.  This gives me more time to blog.  For some reason, Grimshaw is taken with this image from an English calendar.  Siss and I thought it heralded a change of diet but, no, still chicken necks around here.  Siss suggested giraffe necks but they're not easy to find (unless we move to Dubbo).  Actually a move to Dubbo could lift the profile of the Academy. Miss Grimshaw was astonished to receive this sent on by her cousin in Wales with whom she was residing when this missive was penned and posted.

Village life...