What happened to Uncle George?

I was horrified this morning to find that my favourite human in the known universe has morphed into an orangutang..

What’s worse is that he has been tied to a bench in the woods and left as a sacrifice to the terrifying dragon you can see approaching him.  I’m devastated!

My gnashers

Just a quick demonstration of my lovely white teeth.  Yours Truly Confused swears I’ve got the best set in the house, if not the whole family.

I attribute this to my diet of low-cal dog food, carrots and anything I can root out of the bin.

About the Princess

 

You wouldn’t think it from this picture, but I was considered such a bad dog that my first owners handed me over to an animal welfare group. I was too much to manage. Or so they said.  I was only one year old, how was I supposed to know how to be “managed” if nobody explained what I should do?

Fortunately for me, I bear a strong resemblance to a previous member of the Baskerville Manor family, an extremely beautiful girl (just like me) called Shelley. Sadly, Shelley had died suddenly and everybody, including Timmie, missed her a lot.  Apparently, Shelley was a very sensible girl, and they were all a bit taken aback when I bounced in the door.  But unlike my first owners, this family knew all I needed was a little patience.  Well, actually, a lot of patience!  I’ll tell you more about this in a little while, but for now, my brother Timmie is grumbling that he is the only blogless dog in the house, and Yours Truly Confused has to go and do something about that. 

Au revoir!