Magnus May 20th

Ewen has gone golfing.  I knew, as soon as his wee case came out, that he was off somewhere.  Then the golf bag appeared. I like golf courses.  I can't think why he didn't take me.  I could bring back those little, white, dimpled balls he loses!!

Mirren May 20th

I don't know what he is worried about.  Ewen is only away one night.  Pam has her case packed for at least a week.  What will I do?  She always makes sure I get my cuddle ration and the little treats she slips me. Think I might have to take to my basket!

Magnus May 16th

I don't know if it's old age or the heat or the fact Ewen walks us really early to avoid the heat but I want to go to my bed right after dinner.  You would think the parents would have picked up on this by now.  I stare straight at them (one of the benefits of being a Wolfhound is that you really can stare them straight in the face when they sit down!), I paw them severely, I chat, I try and show them and eventually one of them will say, "Oh, he wants his bed out."  Now, I mean my night bed.  In the nice cool bedroom.  Where I can stretch out and let Bitch Face have my day bed at the front window.  Peace.  Bliss.


Mirren May 16th

It appears that the parents have been too busy to do our blog.  I don't know.  Once they get side-tracked they loose all sense of responsibility.  Too busy painting fences and doing the garden.  Pam says it's because the weather has been reasonable and stuff has been needing done for years but it always just rains.  I agree about the rain thing.  It's been nice sunbathing weather.  The fan is on in the house.  Magnus can't cope with the heat!!