Fame at last! (possibly)

My wonderful master (must be good for a treat, that) is doing a telephonic radio interview this Saturday 14th at 7.15 am. I of course shall be up as usual, barking like a good 'un, which should get him up in time.

It's on talkSPORT - on radio AM 1053 or 1089 mtrs., via satellite or cable  TV, internet streaming and iPhone apps. (I don't know what that's all about - barking has always been good enough for me.) The WM is a bit concerned lest I woof too much and my dulcet tones come over the airwaves, so I might be banged up in the back-room. Shame I say!!

Happy New Year

Hope you all had a good Christmas. For myself, presents were OK - squeaky rubber chicken (still intact as we speak, but I'm working on it) plus some tuggy thing that my people had thoughtfully smeared with one of my biscuit treats to mask the smell of new plastic - as if! Bit of a disappointment on the food front though. Voices were raised concerning cooking times and fact that said bird had too much sage and rosemary twigage rammed up it's orifices. Upshot was, carcass was saved for distribution to the needy poor ( f**in' f*xes, pardon my French), and the actual good stuff binned. In the long run, even the carcass was dumped. As a result of this farce, I managed to be only  moderately whoopsie. Oh well, there's always next year.