Precious Peeps It’s Pits still basking in the glory of being the preferred pup in this palace.
Yesterday I feasted richly on brekkie and then ate bags of chips as Dad and I watched the rugby World Cup. Ireland slaughtered their opponents in a fashion I’d like to apply to the Gizz. Has anyone ever score 82 before?
After this excitement we went to bed for an extended siesta while the Gizz, grumpy as always, was left with the Grands.
Having rested well we surfaced to eat dinner and Granny took me and the ugly one for a trot.
By then it was time for the weekly dose of Yorkshire and All Creatures Great and Small. It was the Christmas repeat with the wedding that wasn’t
Don’t you love a good romance.
I’m confident a handsome Prince like James will one day come and rescue me too! Granny would also like to be rescued if Siegfried happened to be in the area!!
Blessing#-1821-Princess in Waiting
Booming Banter 