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Officially, I am Boowire Sunny Bay a Welsh Terrier. I think there's some mistake in this name for surely I am Ozymandias King of Kings. Ask my two human servants - they will tell you. For day to day purposes I use the name Archie though for some reason, my servants address me by many different names.

Monday, 28 January 2013

On Sleep 3

 
 
Is it any wonder I have a reputation for being able to sleep any place, any time and in any position? I clearly picked up my soporific tendencies from the manservant!

Sunday, 27 January 2013

On Sharing


It's not normally in the terrier gene to share, but now and again when it's cold outside and the central heating is struggling to keep even reasonable ambience, I let the manservant have a corner of my blanket.

On Sleep 2


One of the great arts of being a terrier is the ability to sleep anywhere at any time.  Like I've said before, always keep one ear cocked and one eye open.  Despite the servant's socks, this has become one of my favourite sleeping postures.

Friday, 14 December 2012

On Christmas Number Three


Well, once again it's Christmas and once again I wonder why there are 7 years between each Christmas Day. Still, I'm looking forward to the servants falling asleep after their dinner so that I may select a few morsels for myself. Meanwhile, let me wish everybody out there a very very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

Friday, 30 November 2012

On Sleep



To sleep perchance to dream...so here am I tucked up all nice and snug in my caravan. But remember, a terrier sleeps with one ear cocked and one eye open...so don't mess with me!

Tuesday, 6 November 2012

On Bonfire Night



I just cannot get my head round the weather in this country. Here we are on November 5th and rather than put on my hat and scarf to keep the chill out, I get the chance to catch a few rays on the rockery.  Don't worry about me when the fireworks go off later tonight. I give them a couple of barks and then maybe I'll have a snooze while the humans enjoy the cacophony. I'm told that my spiritual sister Brillo the Airedale, did not care for fireworks and spent the evening in a state of great distress. The way I look at it is that I'm Welsh - Guy Fawkes a Yorkshireman pretending to be Spanish and trying to blow up a Scottish king on an English throne is nothing to get in a fuss about. Bring on the air bombs baby! 

Wednesday, 24 October 2012

On Minstrels


If music be the food of love play on!...I certainly love food and I must admit that I like a nice tune now and again. There are many ways to listen to the work of one's minstrel. I find the through the spine method gives greater resonance. 
                                                                                                                                        


I am capable of the classic Nipper in His Master's Voice pose but I'd rather not give my minstrel ideas above his station. Best just to snuggle down and let the music flow!