Magnus May 29th

Out really early this morning.  The temperature has fairly dropped ( from 24 to 12oC).  This meant we could run about without overheating.  Great.  Met up with some large bovines.  Mirren was a complete wimp and hid behind me while I gave them a good woofing.

Mirren May23rd

Been out sunbathing again today.  All of a sudden it's warm.  Hurrah.
We were at the beach again on Sunday.  No-one else was there.  Magnus was particularly horrible to me.  I tried to take his ball off him and he bit me!!  ME.  I just stuck with Pam the rest of the time.  Two other dogs appeared so I gave them a quick "Buzz" and then stuck by Mum.  Magnus did a whole lot of "large-tennis-ball-chasing" with Ewen and paddled a bit.  I just don't see the point of getting my paws wet. Other than that, there's not a lot happening.
Grief, how could I forget.  Of course there's something else.  I am now Pam and Ewen's Kennel Club registered deerhound.  I've been made official and they have paperwork and things. It's good to be the same as Magnus.

Magnus 23rd May

Far too hot for me out there.  Have to come in and cool down.  I think I might be a bit too hairy for this heat.
Great time at the weekend.  Ewen and I had a major spot of ball play, to coin a phrase.  Even did some paddling.  It was nice and cool on the nether regions.  The beach was quite quiet.  Ewen and I thought it might have had something to do with yesterday's football derby between Hibs and Hearts.  Hibs got cuffed.  5:1.  That's a bit like me against Mirren in the weight scale.  I was knackered for the rest of the day.  He had me running up and down sand dunes.  My poor back legs were done in by the end.  Good fun though.  Mirren couldn't keep up.  She may win the on flat but 150 lbs (68kg) of Wolfhound coming down a hill at you is not to be challenged.  I win.
Also Pam has been telling me about a book called "The Giggler Treatment" by Roddy Doyle.  It's a kids' book. One of the main characters is a Wolfhound called Rover.  He is famous, and a millionaire, on account of his rather gigantic poos.  She says it's all part of the breed, whatever that means,  But that really is another story.  Fame!!

Magnus April 14th

Have just had a great afternoon out. I met lots of other Wolfhounds. It was amazing being able to talk to other dogs, face to face. They were all really friendly. We did a lot of sniffing and chatting. Mirren was a bit put out because she was ignored. I really felt so comfortable amongst all these other Wolfhounds. It was good to feel one of a crowd and normal, instead of being pointed out as being huge. I know I'm a big chap but all these Wolfhounds were big too. I held my head higher and felt very proud to be with these guys. Mirren just kept yapping for attention. A the joys of breeding. We are joining The Irish Wolfhound Club of Scotland.

Mirren April 14th

OOOOOO!! Just been at the Scottish Hound Show in Kelso. I felt very beautiful and was much admired all afternoon. I know I could fit in well in this sort of situation. It's about standing well, posing, being nice to the judge and looking fabulous. I think I might be a natural. I spoke to several really nice people. Was awfully embarrassed by Pam and Ewen though. They just don't know what to say or how to behave at these things. Someone asked where Magnus came from and Ewen replied, "Near Cleethorpes." Of course I knew they meant who his parents were. He's actually Triad Tangle out of Hannikins Helle and Anyanka Vengence. I'm Hiltie Siltie out of Cusidh Righ Innse Gall and Tartraven Humla. (Where do these names come from??) Anyway, I think I might be going to some shows in the future. Magnus met lots of Wolfhounds and they were all really friendly and pleased to meet him. Pam and Ewen can't show Magnus because he's "altered". He has to enter some different competitions. I, of course, am perfect and can enter anything.

Magnus in April

Got a new ball. Red, solid, lots of stitching. Fabulous weight to it. There is no way The Girlie is getting to touch it. It's mine. Boys' toys. I'm sure she wouldn't understand. Cricket. The glorious game.

Mirren in April

Well, that was a turn up for the books. One minute I'm sunbathing and the next....it's snowing. I was freezing. I'd started to lose my winter coat so it really was very chilly.

Big Boy has a new toy. For the first time, he won't let me have a shot or take it off him. It's a cricket ball. He throws it around the house and catches it himself. The things that keep him occupied. Pam thinks he may have played cricket in a past life. I quess he'd have been Silly Mid Off or something equally as confusing a name.

The string of the stitching has unravelled a bit...Magnus has quite a grip. He got the string stuck in his teeth and he kept chucking the ball around but it didn't go anywhere, it just bashed him about a bit. I rolled over laughing.