Posted July 8, 2017 by ccourtley
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Yes, here I am again! I decided to take a little break from writing my journal, you see. It was too hot to concentrate anyway during the hot spell, so like all sensible dogs, I lay in the garden (usually under a bush) and snoozed all day…

The news was too horrible for words anyway as it turned out – the terrible tragedy of that burning tower for instance. I couldn’t help wondering about the animals inside – were there dogs and cats in there too? Or caged birds for that matter?

Then there were the arguments about ‘the cuts’. I couldn’t really take all that in – the Sillies spend hours and hours arguing about them without coming to any conclusion.

The only ‘cuts’ I was aware of was the gentle snip of Trevor’s shears as he tidied up the Pets’ garden. Trevor, by the way, is the chap who comes in and helps out with their garden most weeks, and he’s my greatest fan! The feeling is mutual too!



Posted June 20, 2017 by ccourtley
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It’s boiling hot at the moment, and during the day I spend as much time as I can in the garden (see photo) where,at least, there’s a breeze. Best place to be, and the Pets agree.

Yet some of the Sillies are in a place called Brussels (isn’t the name something to do with a vegetable?) and are arguing about Brexit again. It’s all about splitting the pack abroad, and our bunch of Sillies deciding to mooch off to do their own thing, as I’d worked out before.

Other Sillies, meanwhile, argue constantly about whether there should be a ‘hard’ brexit or a ‘soft’ brexit.

Sounds to me that the whole thing should really be described as  ‘half-baked’ instead and the Sillies should come back and enjoy the sunshine…




Posted June 12, 2017 by ccourtley
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Much discussion is going on in Silliedom as to who should be the new PM – if the present one were to resign. Then there’s a lot of waffle too about ‘party manifestos’, which seem pretty vague to me.

But it did get me thinking. What would we dogs do, if we were able to introduce DOGGIFESTOS in place of MANIFESTOS?

Our commitments and promises would be much clearer for a start. Such as:

(1) Chunkier and meatier dog food all the time.

(2) Compulsorily titbits every time the Sillies have a meal.

(3) At the very least, three walks a day always to an interesting place where we dogs can have a good sniff around.

I could go on forever…


Posted June 9, 2017 by ccourtley
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I’m very tired today as both my Pets were glued to that awful TV downstairs, instead of being upstairs with me. Now, I sleep in my basket up in the bedroom and like them to come to bed early as I can’t settle without them there.

Meanwhile, this morning the Sillies generally are hithering and dithering about, apparently concerned about  ‘the voting’ last night.

All I remember about that was the sight of hundreds of Sillies piling up piles of loose paper, getting very excited about them and then either clapping or booing enthusiastically!

I couldn’t see what the fuss was all about. To me, piles of paper are to be rustled up together in play, or chewed up if I’m feeling particularly naughty.

But then I’m only a dog…



Posted June 5, 2017 by ccourtley
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First, thank you all  for your wonderful endorsements, and to celebrate I attach a photo of myself actually in the blog, for the very first time.

Yes, I do look rather serious though don’t I? And today, it’s for a very good reason.

Terrible things happened in London last week which makes me despair of the Sillies – or, some of them at least.

Now, I know that we dogs fight from time to time and have sharp teeth to use if we feel we must. But we would never use guns , bombs or knives – even if we could – to kill each other!

So why are the Sillies different, not just from us dogs, but all other God’s creatures?


Posted June 2, 2017 by ccourtley
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I was about to tell you more about the dog I met and how doggily divine he smelt when I met him. I suppose it was love at first scent (or sniff, as I said before in a previous entry.) We gambolled together on our local beach, raced each other on the seashore and made little yelping sounds as we rubbed our noses together.

For a while, I looked forward to seeing him everyday and then he vanished and I wondered why.

Until I heard the Pets talking about it. His owners were only down for a holiday for a couple of weeks and now he’s gone back home, wherever that may be.

Will I see him again? Who knows? I’ll probably have to wait until next year, but even then I can’t be sure of it.

Ah well, it’a Dog’s life and no mistake…




Posted May 31, 2017 by ccourtley
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I was about to tell you about the dog of my dreams. Yes, all you Schnauzer lovers out there – he was one of our breed. A mini too – so roughly my size as well.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I don’t fall for any kind of dog even if he is a Schnauzer.Nor do looks really matter – I’m by far the best looking dog I’ll ever know – so there!

But you see, the Sillies often talk about ‘Love being in the air’, don’t they? This seems to mean apparently that a mere glance across a crowded room is enough to spark off a romance.

But not with us dogs – it’s scent that really matters not looks, and the dog I’m talking about smelt so doggily divine…