the new addition

didn't manage to post till now--the writer stole my computer again. but here i am awake and raring to go. why am i not asleep at this hour? you may well ask, and i shall tell you. it's because the new addition is snoring. i don't know what the writer person was thinking of. was she not happy with me (best dinmont in the universe) and my sidekick the wimpy weasel? no. apparently not. a few weeks ago she drives off in a mysterious way to somewhere called 'wales' and comes back with this.

it's some wildly inferior breed called a 'teckel' (whatever that is). she says we are related, but i doubt it. it's some weird colour called 'wild boar', for a start and dinmonts only come in the proper shades of 'pepper' and 'mustard'. it also has an odd celtic name--cloghaneely kerridwen--or something equally unpronounceable. sophy is what we call it round here--or they do. i just call it that blasted puppy, and bite it to teach it manners. i'll be writing more about my trials and tribulations with chewed tails and stolen breakfasts. meanwhile, it has stopped snoring, so i'm off to catch 40 winks before it starts up again. it's a hard life being a grandfather figure.

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back at last...

aha! the writer person is out, she's left the computer in the kitchen and i can get my paws on the laptop at last. she's been carrying it around like a baby and hogging it for months and my arthritis hasn't let me up the stairs to the big plugged in one. been a big day today--finally managed to do my piece for the lovely editor at the dandie dinmont magazine who has been so flatteringly interested in me. naturally i agreed to write about myself. what subject could be more relevant to the world? told the story of how i was a burglar-biting puppy hero (you'll just have to wait to hear that one), and let them into the secret of my favourite food. nearly strawberry picking time again, that's all i'll say right now. oh blasted bonestealers. here she comes. no time for a picture even. more tomorrow, paws crossed.....