On Piffy On A Rock

I offer you, O Readers, a selection of my Piffy poses from the last couple of years. For my international friends and followers there is a saying in the United Kingdom which goes "He was waiting out there like Piffy on a rock." Quite what it means exactly, or who Piffy is or was, who knows? It comes from the North of England and you will sometimes find that Piffy is waiting on a rock bun or a rock cake. I would have eaten the bun or cake and so I choose to wait on genuine rock! My choice of rocks, upon which to wait, from top to bottom, left to right, are to be found in Wales, Scotland, Scotland, England, Scotland, England and once again England. There are many other rocks upon which I have waited which are not shown in this collage. Ergo, I have waited upon rocks in all corners of mainland Britain and in years to come there will be yet more rocks upon which to wait...like Piffy!

On Holidays

Chillaxing last year with a cup of Mocha Limu and wondering what this year's holiday season will  bring. Next weekend I shall be in Derbyshire so there should be some good hill walking - if the human servants are up to it!

On Christmas Yet Again Again and Again!

Once again a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to One and All XXX

On Christmas Yet Again Again!

It may come but once a year but it certainly comes quickly! Cannot believe it's been twelve months since I last posted - some technical problems so the manservant tells me, and I tend to post on my Facebook page Archie the Welsh Terrier these days. Nonetheless, to any out there who have surfed and found me and my two wise pals - Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! XXX

On Christmas Yet Again!

Yes, it's that time of year again and once again I tread the boards in dramatic pose bringing tidings of great joy and good will to all men (so long as I get a few biscuits in exchange). I am the Archie Angel Gabriel and here's a Merry Christmas to you all and a Happy New Year! X

On Christmas Past and Christmas Yet to Come

 2012

 2011

 2011



2010

That time of the year is fast approaching - the geese are getting fat etcetera etcetera!  I've been in the studio working on my photo for this year's festive season but you're going to have to wait a wee while longer for a picture of my 2013 performance. Meanwhile, hope you enjoy these archive shots of my previous work.

On Cannonballs and Imperial Thrones

 

 

The making of an Imperial Throne is a complex process. First, a civil war between humans is necessary. One side must find a castle occupied by the other and decide to knock down its walls. In this case Oliver Cromwell's Parliamentarians wasted the walls of Kenilworth Castle in Warwickshire with stone cannonballs.

 

There must then be a period of republican government. The cannonballs will lie around the castle ground in an apparent state of inertia. After many years of dressing only in black and white, not dancing round May Poles, and not doing lots of other things, there must then be a Restoration of the human monarchy. 

 

It is at this point that humans, once again gaily dressed in silks and pinks, will decide to tidy up the castle grounds. The fashion for stone cannonballs is no longer one of firing them at walls and other humans but to gather them up and use them as decorative garden features.

 

But one such cannonball was never in a state of inertia; this was an Imperial Throne and was placed in anticipation of my visit to Kenilworth for I am Archie the Welsh Terrier, Ozimandias King of Kings - Look upon my works ye Mighty and despair!