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.