There you are, Comet. Ummm, you look different.

I got really excited earlier this month. I was certain Comet and BLU were coming to visit me, ‘cos I heard the ma and da say that they could see gorgeous Comet.

I waited and waited.

But here’s what they were talking about.



Introducing comet C/2006 P1 McNaught. (Or maybe it's Boomer's Dog Star.)

The brightest comet to be seen here in 42 years.



Lovely.

But I’d prefer a visit from my pals.

Oh, by the way: the ma still hasn't made me any biscuits.

And I'm just back from weird-al-vetkovich after getting my annual C5 shot and do you know what he said? He said I had to lose 5 kilos.

Absolute dog poop.

I need my energy for chewing, looking cute, and harrassing the ma to make dog biscuits.

It's '007. Shaken, not stirred. Hopefully tasty.

Hi bloggy doogs, sorry about the lack of posting…due to intense crotch-sniffing of international and interstate visitors. Oh, and temperatures of 39ºC. The paws were too sweaty.

I hope you all had a wonderful holiday season and that Santa laid down some real treats for you all.

I got some great chew toys but, as you may have read in my previous post, chewing mechanisms were primed. So they (the toys, not the chewing mechanisms) lasted for a day. No photos to prove they ever existed. Does this mean I didn’t actually get any?

Here’s the bag they came in. This has yet to be demolished.

My human boy pal Will and his folks gave me a biscuit recipe and biscuit cutters all the way from historic gold-mining town Ballarat in Victoria.

I’m worn out trying to encourage the ma to make the dog-dang things.

I’ve missed you all; I’ll be around to all your smelly blogplaces over the next little while.

I hope 2007 will be an even bigger and better bloggy year for all of us.


Goodbye, and gentle tail wags and sorry sniffs for Beagledom’s wonderful Daisy Mae and Peanut. And also for Tara, whom I didn’t know so well.

We miss you.