The strange powers that be that control my access to the outside world have not been very good. I have been without a thing called I-N-T-E-R-NET for almost 2 weeks. This has also caused major anglo-saxon language in the studio. Thankfully this has all been resolved, but I must apologise for the lack of posts recently. Normal service will be resumed this week. Hungry now.
Nice. Warm.
As the great Brittany Spears might have said…
I attacked my bed again, there was a reason for this but I seem to have forgotten. I tried to eat the evidence but got well and truely busted.
For the past 2 nights there has been a booklaunch showcasing my part in the D&AD annual and film. Was I invited? Did i get to mingle with the great and the good in advertising and design? No I was at home. Yuka came to walk me, I really like her, but it really isn’t fair. I have a long memory and my human parents you will pay!!!
I think she’s great. Never lets me have that ball though.
Today was very busy. Had to get up early and get into that car-thing, I hate cars. I see some dogs who stick their heads out of the windows and sniff the breeze, why? My male parent tried that once and I thought he wanted me to get out of the window, so I tried. He was really annoyed with me. Humans are odd.
So today we went to Lewes in Sussex.
Saw this in a pub yesterday at lunchtime. Wasn’t in my favourite pub (the one with the very nice Scottish barperson who always looks after me with water and food and sometimes takes me for a play), no not there, it was a very dark place, smelling of old men and stale beer, mean’t to have the most difficult pub quiz in London, a most intellectual of places.
Well I don’t like it! Look at this painting they have proudly on the wall. Look at the poor dog, look at the child, the flag, and in the words of the greatest artist of all time, Rolf Harris, “can you see what it is yet?”. It’s cruel that’s what it is, Rolf. Worse than Hogarthian…
In the next painting the dog’s expression would have changed dramatically. It’s all just so casual, I think that’s why it scares me. Painting is a bit rubbish too. Perspective and sausage hands..hmm hungry. If I use the eyes will human parent resist?
Not very pleasant today. I fell over a few times. Why do humans find it so funny? They all laughed at me. Still I had muddy paws…
Don’t tell me not to jump…
The day is not brilliant, I know we went for a long, long walk this morning (thanks! But it is good for you) met lots of dogs, I know you met an old school friend last night, that you’ve just played tennis badly and lost, that you’ve cleaned the house, that you are reading the papers, that you really look knackered… but I want to play! Come on it’s the end of summer! You haven’t shown any interest in me for at least three minutes, which is 21 dog minutes…
On the way back from work, I met Suzi quite unexpectedly and we started to play. Then this huge yellow labrador arrived, I say huge because although perfectly formed I’m not that big… So he just hung around and tried to play with Suzi, I am proud to say that she didn’t have much to do with him and focussed on me! I think she likes me. So we played for ages and ages until the adults realised that this dog was without a parent. I mean, it was so obvious, but humans can be a bit slow. This lost boy was quite pleasant and although not the sharpest knife in the butcher’s shop, was quite okay.
So with one adult reading his tag while my parent used a speaking device, the roles were like this because the light was fading and my male parents sight for small type isn’t so good. So he phoned a “number” and talked to with my sensitive eyes a very relieved human.
A few minutes later and lost boy was found, sad to see him go and he looked like he was going to be told off. Hungry now, can we go?