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...