News from Robbie

I'm really pleased — I've a had a couple of emails from my friend Robbie. I couldn't read them while David and Linda were away because they didn't leave me their computer password. I don't know what they thought I would get up to. Next time they go away, perhaps I could go and see Robbie! I'm sad he didn't get any snow like he wanted to, but I had some and to be honest it made my nose cold when I was hunting truffles. Here's what Robbie has to say.

Hello Rupert, Robbie from Atlanta here. Well, it's been an exciting and stressful day. The weather for kasters were talking about the possibility of a sno flake yesterday. This is the kind of talk that gets a wee sheepdog from the Shetlands all excited. Even more when skools and kolleges started to close. Things almost hit boiling (or should I say freezing) point when the fore kasters stayed up all night .. well, for kasting. Did we get anything? Not a damned thing (can I say that? My dad often does). So here's the thing Rupert: I think of you as a friend, so I wondered, since you have so much of the white stuff, kan you send me some? I will will be glad to repay from my secret stash of burried bones. Sno long for now. Robbie By the way, I dictated all of this to my dad to send to you yesterday. And what happened? It disappeared into sigh per space. He really is useless at that sort of thing. I had to wake up from my nap to repeat it all to him. Humans... on Another dog needs a home

Hello Rupert, Robbie from Atlanta here. And happy New Year (my dad has just about recovered from it). Well, it's been quite a stressful day. The weather forecasters predicted that we might get a flake of snow. Naturally, as a wee chap from the Shetlands, although I have seen more than my share I still get very excited. And it really looked as if was going to happen: the forecasters stayed up all night, speculating whether or not we might get 0.00002 mm or more. Most of the schools closed, businesses closed, Atlanta airport (the world's busiest) cancelled many flights. And then I thought about playing in it, I thought of you. After all, I have my fur coat - what else do I need? It turned out we did not get a damned thing (am I allowed to say that - dad always does?). Not a flake. Not a drop of rain. Dad let me stand outside the house sniffing the cold air, but what kind of consolation is that? So here's the thing: I read that in France and the UK they have plenty.

           

This is a picture of my cousin, Fantomas (they have these funny names in the French branch of my family) is in dire straits! He needs a home desperately.

He's currently residing in the SPA kennels in La Garric just over in the Tarn, but they can only keep him for so long. He's hoping one of my kind readers knowing that a wonderful family he comes from will be kind enough to offer him a home. He'll repay their kindness by being a wonderful companion for either adults or children or both.

As you may have gathered from my blog we in the standard poodle family are exceptionally intelligent, gentle, loving, playful and just plain fun to be around. Fantomas is a chip off the old block, so to speak and would be a great addition to anyone's life.

If you can offer a home you can contact the SPA at: http://legarric.spa.asso.fr/node/64962. as well as seeing some more pictures of Fantomas.

Please spread the word; quickly please as he can only stay at La Garric for so long.

Rupert feels neglected

I’m feeling a bit neglected. Linda and David went on holiday and left me at home. They didn’t even ask if I wanted to go with them. I know it might have been difficult getting me to Florida, but I’m sure it would have been possible.

Apparently they went for a ride on a Harley Davidson motorbike. I would have enjoyed riding pillion on one of those, with a bandana around my neck. I would also have liked to chase an alligator or two — it would make a change from truffles. “No you wouldn’t,” shouts Linda. “They would chase you instead and probably catch you.”

Still, I wasn’t left on my own. A nice lady called Bridget came and stayed with me while I was away. I thought we might have a wild party or two where I could let my fur down. I could have invited Ferney and Bess and some of my other friends, like Benz the kitten, but Bridget said no, so we went on lots of walks instead.

She made me some nice dinners, but she didn’t sprinkle herbes de provence over my chicken or add garlic to it like David does.  Still, I found I could wrap her around my paw and get her to take me on more walks than usual and give me the occasional doggy treat.

I have to confess that I did get a bit smelly after digging up something nasty, and was a bit unwell. Someone suggested that Bridget spray me with Febreze before Linda and David returned, but it seems I will just be paying a visit to Funky Toiletage soon.

I was very pleased, though, when Linda and David came back and my meals returned to their usual cordon bleu standard. Sadly, though, they didn’t bring me a present although they seemed to have bought a lot of things for themselves. But I think they were glad to see me and I gave them a nice welcome back.