Well, Happy New year from me and the rest of the Bond Family. Diets have begun. Here we go again, hear this every year. Yawn yawn. I do understand though, as my collar is feeling a little tight after all the tit-bits and lack of exercise owing to the awful weather. New Year’s Eve party last night was brilliant as always. I greeted and sniffed several of the 115 guests, watched canapés being devoured by those who arrived in time at 6.45pm as requested, to appreciate them. Masterpieces I thought but need-less to say no-one let me near them. Smoked salmon is my favourite and there were plenty of those, but not for the menials like me.
The high-light of the night was “photo-shoot time”. All of the guests in their finery had photos taken. What a nice gift from us all here. Then, Ben the photographer from the Zest Photo Studio waited until all the guests were safely ensconced with plates piled high, and WE attempted some poses. It was my turn at last. Fame was approaching. I could see my grey beard making me the George Clooney of the dog-world. Dog’s gift to women!
We rolled around the Axminster under the lights, had what I thought was great fun, even found some canapé crumbs! But, according to Ben, apparently I was not making enough eye contact, ears were back, looking sulky like a teenager.(actually I was just worried that Himself would wake up from his pre night manager shift nap and see me on the best carpet!) Unexpectedly Her Ladyship turned up and as I only have eyes for her, all was lost! I was distracted as always. At least she appreciates the aging stubble. Cannot wait to see the results when developed. No doubt they will find their way to the Lanhydrock web-site. Thanks Ben and all the best with the bump!
Written by Seve Bond