Thursday, December 22, 2011
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Friday, September 30, 2011
Looking this good isn't easy.
I require regular shampoo and sets from Princess Pooch across the road.
I like a good blow dry as much as the next dog, but i don't like the hot air in my ears.
Emma kindly protects them in a towel.
Then we sit back and discuss tactics for Roller Derby.
Posted by Miss Pickering at 3:08 AM
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
but they have been good, pool parties, festivals, and the like.
Gifts of junk food, and a new collar.
Just as the old one reached that perfect aged look, and got really comfy, she gets me a new one.
It will take me months to break it in.
Posted by Miss Pickering at 4:29 AM
Friday, July 29, 2011
I'm gonna sip Barcardi like it's my birthday...
I have many gifts, i will do a show and tell next week, just incase i get anymore......
I keep being woken up and asked if i know it is my "special day"
My "special day" will come when it is just me, that cat, and a locked room.
Posted by Miss Pickering at 3:29 AM
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
she went to a wedding, I was checked into dog borstal.
She thinks it's good for me, to hang out with other hounds, and generally just be a dog for a while. you are supposed to check our ego in at the door. Nobody cares about my celebrity status there.
I milk it on her return i do my best "i didn't think you were every coming back for me" face. You know the sort of thing.
Full of remorse for having left me, we go to Mr Ferrai's for a slap up tea and a run around the garden.
What she doesn't know, is that the borstal is just up the road from Hambleton Hall. I slip the kennel maid £50, check myself into 5 star luxury, bolt across the fields when i see her approach and nobody is any the wiser.
That is why i know i had absolutely nothing to do with the cat that went missing from the kennels. Nothing at all. No siree, wasn't me.
Posted by Miss Pickering at 4:44 AM
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
When they aren't being all good with livestock, rounding up sheep, and coming by.
They are weaving in and out of poles, being all obedient
or dancing on the television.
Collies, single handedly giving dogs a bad name.
Sleeping, eating, general mischief.
That is what dogs do.
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Sunday, May 8, 2011
A couple from Northumberland came to
I didn't get up and do my usual routine of stretching, tail wagging and pouncing on leaves.
She is worried about my bad attitude and has said we need to go on a team building weekend.
Trust games, canoeing and a lot of thinking outside of the box, and chanting of "Modern flowers, Vintage passion"
Posted by Miss Pickering at 2:05 PM
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
I am mainly photographed lying about, but i can be a bit boisterous.
In particular with other dogs. Small yappie dogs owned by ladies with the Harrods hair do.
Occasionally on encountering such a dog, i play bow and growl really loudly.
She always apologises profusely, and tells them i am just a puppy, and still in training.
Then they ask how old i am, we got away with 9 months old the other day.
God bless botox.
Posted by Miss Pickering at 7:03 AM
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Saturday, April 2, 2011
It is 19.30. We are still working, and apparently we will be through the night.
I have been promised a trip to Disneyland, because children go free.
but you don't get your own seat on the plane.
Image via the very wonderful all about Marilyn tumblr.
See you next week, when we return from our vacances.
Posted by Miss Pickering at 11:29 AM
Monday, March 28, 2011
Not one of those signs.
An actual sign.
Evidently it it is to be busy week, Mothers Day.
She doesn't have time this week to chat to everybody that stops us in the street to admire me.
Apparently this will save her a good 2 hours a day.
I am putting myself up for adoption.
Posted by Miss Pickering at 7:19 AM