Christmas message to our pals

 Well Pals, the Juniors are both home so our Christmas starts here, with the prerequisite amount of fussing, ear rubs, stroking and general loving. We wish you a similarly affectionate Christmas. After years of socially distanced festivities, this is the first proper one in a while, and we will be seeing quite a few folk over the break. There might be rampent inflation, sky-high fuel prices, rail strikes, postal strikes, nurses and paramedic strikes, and South East Water giving the additional seasonal blessing of no water for large chunks of our county, but we have made it to this point, with presents largely purchased, everyone mainly well, and with water still coming out of our taps; a seasonally miracle! If anything fails, we’ll just chuck a log on the woodburner, prop ‘Her Indoors’ up in a corner with the cooking sherry and Quality Street, crack open the Lily’s Kitchen turkey jerky, and enjoy ourselves anyway!

Us furs are good at enjoyment. All I need is to be in the same room as ‘Her Indoors’, ideally touching, and I’m a happy fur. The apprentice, Bear, likes to do a bit of theft and chewing, so she’s had a couple of tree decorations and a brief flirtation with a knitted Christmas mouse which was ‘too high for her to reach’ but which was rescued from her jaws before any real harm was done, fortunately for her. It’s not a good idea to destroy items that ‘Her Indoors’ has hand crafted…. We were dressed in fetching festive bow ties, and whilst Bear can’t get to hers, she has already deaded mine. She really is quite helpful at times!

I have promised her that she can sign off our Christmas message, but I shall be breathing over her shoulder to make sure she does it right, after all, she is still an apprentice *passes keypad over*

*Squiggles and wiggles excitedly* Finally Pals, I’ve been trying to get onto this blog for months! *pushes Uncle Teds away*. What happens if I press this? 👍😳🤷‍♀️😔😱😡🤣😂 Ooooooh! I wonder what this wire does *has a quick chew* ⚡️🫥. Anyway, as Uncle Teds keeps reminding me *sighs*, I’m supposed to be wishing you all a happy Christmas. I’m so excited. There are Christmas stockings and apparently Santa Paws leaves presents for good furs so I should get loads! I hope all my Pals have a great time and Uncle Teds and I want to thank you all for reading our blogs, magazine columns and tweets. You are all pawsome - happy Christmas with joyous lickings from us both, especially meeee!

What the Dickens....

I was having a quick snoozle

nice and comfy in my bed,

and although there was no nightgown

with a tassel for my head,

it was like a scene from Dickens,

but without the starving bit,

the fire was gently glowing

and the Christmas tree was lit.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 When I might have wandered into dream

because what did soon appear,

was a vision scene of Christmas past

ere I was living here.

Rolo was a youngster,

glossy fur and full of joys,

the juniors were…well..junior,

with stockings full of toys.

 

 

Rolo’s bed was by the fireside

and his things were on the floor,

he was constantly in mischief

‘Him Indoors’ in a furore.

Rolo was a lithe and supple fur,

his eyes were clear and bright,

the juniors they loved him,

‘Junior Her’ just squeezed him tight.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This lovely vision faded,

I was back in our own room,

the second bed was empty,

toys gone, a sense of gloom,

the juniors were both grown and left,

and in the garden framed,

a plaque, in memorial, ‘Never knowingly well-behaved!’

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I sighed and felt the ghost of loss,

but interrupting my malaise,

the joyous young apprentice

with her naughty, cheering ways.

We heard some people at the door,

and on opening there stood,

the juniors with presents

chocolates, wine and Christmas pud.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We cannot see the future

and yesterday is past,

the present is a fickle thing,

but Posse friendships last.

Whenever you are feeling down

you know just what to do,

get your paws on Twitter,

your Pals will see you through.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So whatever is your Christmas now,

the Posse’s on your phone,

so share your noms and wag your tail,

you are never on your own!

 

 Happy Christmas to all the furs and hupeeps of the BTPosse. You make the world a better place.

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas....!

Here's my Christmas column!

Pals, if you have enjoyed reading these throughout the year, and you haven't already bought them, there are two books, 'The Last Rolo', a year in the life of the late, great, Border Terrier Rolo, and 'Sit, Stay, Roll Over', a spoof dog training manual. They are for sale individually or both for £10 on 'Her Indoors' website and make great Christmas presents. We also have mugs and Christmas cards featuring the lovely illustrations from the books, by Sally C Greenfield. Click here to purchase:

Buy here!

Anyway, end of the commerical break and here it is. Enjoy!