My canine cup runneth over. Not only is there "a new bitch in town" but me Dad came home from work with a parcel for me last night! Me bezzie mates, Thomas Bell of Brigg, the country's leading fertiliser importers, have sent me a doggie advent calendar! I've never had one of those before, so I'm not really sure what to do with it. I think that maybe there's a selection of little doggie treats in there, this is obviously my December 1st calendar, so I assume that the Dec 2-24 calendars will arrive one by one as the special day draws ever nearer. I'm so excited, I'm shaking like a shitting greyhound. They also sent me a proper calendar for me bedroom wall, and bugger me rigid, what's on the front page but a picture of Staithes, up the coast from Whitby. And where am I going for Christmas? Yup, I'm taking the humans to Staithes. I'll be warming me Dad's hands by doing my festive dump on that very beach on the big day. Gives you a warm glow inside doesn't it? Ah, things are certainly looking up, 2015 could be my year!
You couldn't make it up could you. I spent much of the weekend dozing on the sofa watching telly. Glastonbury was on, although sad to say there was no Snoop Dog, Bone Jovi or any other canine related artists. The big news seemed to be the lack of female headliners and now we know why as one scored a spectacular own goal. She missed her slot cos she was doing her hair. It takes ages she said. Why NOT start doing your hair well before your show time. Aaagh no where's my handbag I've left it in the car, I've got to back to fetch it.