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Oh my lord, she is just SO beautiful.

Iver, mate, you're sounding weird. Have you had enough FOOD? Pongo (hungry)

Fabulous! Go Hattie!

Cooper you dig GOOD!!!

A little something from Pongo as well!

Sleep well, both of you!

Thank you for the update - that's good news! Big hugs to all of you.

So sorry to hear about this, @Charlie. Thinking of you and send loads of positive vibes for a good recovery.

Hello Cooper! I am PONGO and I am very very big and very very gentle and my cuddlies are all still in one piece except for MisterBeezley and that really really wasn't my fault because well it just wasn't. Oh and MisterChikkin hasn't got a head any more but that's cos it fell off in my mouth...

I am in LOVE. She said she loves me too and wants to make PUPPEEES. Mum dragged me away. Mum is crool.

Welcome!

From a week or so ago, when we had some nice snow!

Pongo is DISTRAUGHT that he missed Labradors' Day. How could I have forgotten him? (But he did get a bit of the special steak that we had last night, so he really can't complain too much.)

Thank you my frens. My Cat attack happened a longlonglong time ago but I still remember it and I still Do Not Like Cats. I love everyone else, I don't care if they are hoomans or dogs or squirrels or rabbits or deer or those big notdogs that are in the field and runaway when I bark, I love them...

I do not like Cats. They are spitty-scratchy. All I was doing was saying hello to her nest of little baby cats under the bush and she jumped on me and spat and scratched my lovely nose and chased me and I ran all down the garden and I was very scared and my nose was very very sore. I do not like...

I saw bigbigbigbig not-dogs in the Field and I went BARKBARKBARK at them and they ran away. That was fun. Mum says they were Cowse. I hope they are there tomorrow too. BIG BRAVE PONGO

Oh, sweetheart! Pongo sends his very very very best wishes and says to tell her she is being Very Brave, and he wishes he was there to Protect Her From The World.

Pongo is the gentlest dog you can imagine, he hardly ever growls and never, never snarls. But in his dreams he turns into a snarly, lip-curling, growling fierce brute of a dog. Usually quickly followed by enthusiastic tail wagging whacking the floor. I have no idea what he is doing.

Here is me in the SNOW. This is a nice picture that mum chose. And this is another picture of me in the SNOW that dad chose.

I had SNOW I had SNOW I had SNOW! :dug: It's all gone now though. :sad: Pongo