More to come....

My Old Friend

Well here is Pixie, he has been with the clan for quite a while now, he must be nearly 13 years old..

When the larger dogs came to stay one of my friends left, Treacle, she was a Tabby and very friendly but she just didnt like the dogs.  Pixie stayed, the mistress was well pleased, he is very affectionate and I have to admit to having a soft spot for him,,,,,,,

Aw well beginning to feel tired, I found one of the sleeping bags, am not supposed to be using it but it is nice and soft.  My excuse is, they shouldnt leave it around. so goodnight all...


Your Royal friend....

Let me introduce ....

No competition, I am still the most handsome, (ok who said "who am I kidding"?).  We have Scrooge who you already know, then there is Poppy, poor old lady we arent sure how old she is.  In the middle is the newest addition, a kitten who thinks he is a dog.  Appropriate name I suppose, Patch.  Now Sapphire has the most beautiful eyes but she is still a pup and full of mischeif.  Her father was a Husky, her mum on the right, is named Daisy. 

I am definitely the best ............. ah well I suppose I can hope.

Reubens the Royal signing off once again.

It's raining, It's pouring (how absolutely boring)!

Ere guess what even though it is raining, I, Reubens the Royal, managed to escape from the house.  I climbed out the window!  Wicked eh, the Mistress didnt even realise as I normally go to sleep under the tea trolley in the corner of the room.  I hear my lady saying "one would never know he was here".

I managed to crawl through to the next garden, left a parcel on the lawn, and then carried on into the next one.  I refreshed myself with a drink from the bowl of water our kind neighbour leaves out for her gardener's dog.  As it was raining I thought it would soon fill up again.  I didnt really think anyone had seen me but alas alack they did,  Our nice neighbour, I heard her telling my mistress all about it, heard the profound apologies for the parcel left on the lawn (grrrr some people are never satisfied).  I dont really think I was out that long, the mistress was just getting ready to come out and look for me when she saw me soaking wet out on the patio.  I went in as meek as a lamb.

Well the next thing was, how can I dry myself so I went up the stairs, into the bedroom and rolled over and over onto the nice clean sheets.  Great, sadly though my mistress had only just put them on the bed, mind you I consoled myself with the thought that she knew I was going to do it and she wanted to make me comfortable, after all I am Royal.

Life gets so hard some days.....

I suppose I had better just look as though I am staying in but I would like to be out, I just cant win.

 Ah wait a minute did I hear a whisper, grrrrr no it's the mistress on the phone relating my escapade to her daughter.

There really has to be a way to let them know that I am ROYAL.  Can they treat me like this, I thought it was a good idea to leave a little parcel and the bowl soon filled up with the rain and and the sheets, mmm well I was dry wasnt I.

Signing off on this miserable day I am in the dry that is all I can say.

I have decided...

In my royal status I have decided if the mistress says OFF I will say "Off with her head" (psst can I do that in this day and age or am I really on the wrong page?).

It isnt as though I sleep on the chair, hey who put that bloomin picture there?

Just look at that it is Scrooge with the young mistress's cat.  He went there to stay the other day he was treated with respect in every way.  Mmm maybe I had better change my home, stay put never to roam.  I think I will just wait and see if my mistress considers poor little me.

You never know she may buy me a chair a fine regal throne but not to share, it will be mine it is only fair.  The others will just have to lay on the floor, oh my goodness what a bore.  Ere how am I supposed to sit on that one, it is far to big, I am only little and upon consideration it is far to dear.  That plan is out the window I fear.

Ah well back to the drawing board as they say, will have to consider another day.

Yours forever 

HRH Reubens the Royal.

Oh dear I fear...

Hello everyone, I thought I would relate my troubles, I am worried as our mistress has decided to change the decor, rip up the carpet out with the chairs, I am shaking in my paws do I hear you saying "what for".  Now dont be a bore, instead of "out" or "leave" it will be "OFF" at the top of her voice nothing at all for me to rejoice.  No more playing on the bloomin suite for I fear she will want to keep it all very neat!!!.

Now look my friends, I am sure you will agree, there is nothing wrong it is plain to see.  The carpet is perfect the chairs are a blessing, now come on people you know I am not messing.  In our doggie world they are a treat to behold, we have fashioned them to our own way of thinking.  A little rub here a little rub there and behold a lovely doggie chair.  The carpet we trod as light as a feather mind you it all depended on the bloomin weather.  So what is the fuss I do declare I am inclined to think it isnt fair. 

Ok I will just have to put my Royal status in play, I am going to have to tell her "If you want me to stay I want my chair, where you put it I really dont care"!!!  Hey did I hear her saying if I am not careful it will go outside along with myself, arghhhhhhhhhh I really do think I had better hide.

Ok your miserable doggie friend
HRH Reubens the Royal.

Hi Folks Reuben here....

Hi ya folks, Reuben the Royal here, havent written for so long, there has been such a lot happening in my domain but I thought I had better show my face once again..

Just look at that handsome creature, the nose the cheek, mmm which is my best feature?

Well Christmas will soon be on us again, sadly I wont have to worry for my master left us, so it isnt the same.  Mother is on her own possibly wishing for a sugar daddy but nah she is too old so she will have to put up with me....this handsome laddy. 

So Juan is quiet, nothing going on in the vaults of her mind, (hush now dont be unkind)...we the animals of the house are protecting our lady keeping her spirits uplifted, (ere nothing shady).

I believe you know that once we were two but now we are five and then, and then a kitten snakes alive!  This tiny little thing who thinks he is a dog, he follows us around his mind in a fog.  When we run down the stairs he is on my tail he doesnt even think to hold onto the rail!  I say my tail as the bigger dogs have to be first, they think that secretly they own the place but just look at my face.  Tis I not you, dont be blue but I was here first, I know that dominance is your secret thirst....Ah well....time to sign off I am developing a cough ........

Your Royal Highness
Reuben the Royal.