It is with the greatest sadness that I have to tell you that Harvey fell asleep for the last and longest time on 18th January 2019 with his face in a plate of pate.
He lived to the ripe old age of 14 1/2 and battled on, attempting norties, for as long as his hairy legs would carry him.
He was a legend in his own lifetime and my first doggy love.
My heart is broken and I will miss him forever.

To quote Britney, Oops, I did it again!
I just had to sample the delights within the pan, though unfortunately for me it was full of water and I created a huge puddle on the kitchen floor.  My Mum was not best pleased and suggested I go for a stroll round the garden, though I didn't get the telling off I would normally expect, perhaps because my ear has been sore this week and she is feeling sorry for me.  
I did manage to lick up some of the water before I was put out and it tasted of mashed sweet potato . . . ooh, 'twas YUM!

I do apologise for being away so long.  I have been a very busy dog.
As you know, I like to do at least one little norty every day but at my age that takes a little more of my energy and I don't always have time between naps to write about them.

Anyway, I'm back now.  

Can you smell coffee and walnut cake mixture?
Ever since I helped with the washing up yesterday, the smell of coffee and walnut cake has lingered.  Wish I could find the source; there might be more to eat.  Ooh,'twas YUM!   

Hello everyone.
I'm sorry it's been a while, but old age is creeping up a little and I've been a very busy dog.  
As you know, I make it my aim to squeeze a little norty into each and every day, but I don't always have the time to document what I've done, and many of them are routine norties anyway.  

Today I've done something of which I'm very proud, but which was not very well received by My Mum.
As you know, I am very keen to get into a hen house at every available opportunity.  A hen house contains many really scrummy things:  there's chicken poop, there's chicken feed (very dry, but very tasty), there's chicken water and there are left over chicken treats.  Today My Mum shut the hen house door, because she knew I would make my way straight in there to pinch the broccoli stalk, but as she was cleaning out the nest boxes, she left the top door open, and just shut the pop door so that I couldn't get into the run. However, I am a very capable hound;  I use stealth and cunning like any respectable dog, and when that fails, I use brute force.  So I squeezed myself through the little top door and barged at and thumped the pop door until it fell off it's runners.  My Mum caught sight of me and grabbed my leg, but she's too kind and didn't want to hurt me so she didn't pull me back, and so I turned my deaf ears to the cries of 'leave', grabbed the broccoli and left.

Ooh, 'twas YUM!  

Today I am in her biggest, baddest books!
This time I may have gone just a bit too far as I am pretty much being ignored and I haven't had any dinner.

This afternoon, My Mum came home with some shopping, and whilst she popped upstairs with some of it and nipped to the loo, I decided to see what else she had brought home and took a bit of an inventory of what was left on the kitchen worktops.  There were some very boring tins, some vegetables which had been put a very long way back out of my reach and a bag of fruit granola that I just managed to get to by way of my stealth tactics.   Luckily My Mum was gone long enough for me to drag the bag onto the floor, rip into the packaging (I'm very good at packaging) and eat lots of granola.  Ooh, 'twas YUM and very healthy with oats and dried cranberries, blackcurrants and pumpkin seeds.  
It is a very satisfying breakfast, even when eaten at 5pm, but I would still like some dinner.

Today My Mum brought a bag home from work that contained a bottle of milk. She put it on the doorstep while opening the door, then let me into the garden so that I could help myself to chicken feed.  Sorry, I've got that wrong.  That is what I did not what I should have done.  I was swiftly brought out of the garden so I decided to investigate the contents of the carrier bag.  I could vaguely hear the words 'leave it' but was far too busy removing the lid from the bottle to take notice.  I've never really understood what they mean by those words anyway.  
Unfortunately My Mum became aware of the glugging and the slurping and she took the milk off me but not before I'd managed to drink quite a lot.  It was a little gritty from the path but really 'twas YUM!  

Oooh, I did a good one!

Last evening I was invited into the front room as usual.  Whilst My Mum was busy moving my bed (which I get a bit over-amorous with at that time of day) and shutting the stair gate so that I couldn't get upstairs, and Billy was comfortably reclining on the sofa, I spied a plastic box containing one rather yummy-looking, homemade, chocolate chip cookie.  Within the blink of an eye, the click-down lid that had thwarted My Mum a little earlier when she was offering a cookie to Sue was off and I was working my way through the cookie. Oooh, 'twas YUM!

Sadly, this counts as a norty, and therefore there was a consequence.  I was put back in the kitchen and had to stay there til bedtime.  Never mind, I got to eat the last cookie and they didn't!