Gone to the dogs

Mumma took me to the doggies today.
Loads and loads of doggies, at Earl's Court.
Apparantly I went last year, but I don't remember things like that, and besides - no photos on the blog, it didn;t really happen.

So there were big doggies and small doggies and the best of all this massive St Bernard.

I particularly liked playing with the doggies in the cage, it felt somehow safer, and note how I only picked on doggies my own size. This is me with some Scottish something or other with a name so long, how on earth are you to expect that I'm going to be able to remember it.
Oh, and the cages - probably important to make this perfectly clear.
Despite any appearance to the contrary, and despite my reputation and willing to take a nip out of any hand that feeds me, as it were ... I'm not in the cage, it's just an optical illusion, OK!, no need to call out social services or anything, promise.

Alors, dans le jardin

You see, j n'ai pas oublie mon francais (though I don')t seem to be able to find how to type accents and circumflex thingummies).
Anyhow, it's autumn.
And that means leaves.
And I'm doing the gardenning while dad is faffing around with a camera.
I mean it would be a whole lot faster if he would just put the thing down and help me cleaar up these leaves.
But I suppose, one the other hand, as wise man once say - if a leaf falls in the garen and no-one sees me pick it up and put it in the bin-bag, does it make a sound?

I remain, Sirs, your polyglot, gardenning philosopher,

A bientot

Jolie Paris

My mama and dada (I can say both of those words) took me to Paris for the day.
I mean, I don't know why dada went. He seemed to spend most of his time in a room with a bunch of Rabbis and other Jews. Surely he could that in London!

Anyhow, mama and I had a tres bonne time. You see, not only English, Franglais too, aren't I bi-lingual, ooh, and I know the la-la-la song for lighting candles, does that mean I can count Hebrew. Tri-lingual, and not even two years old.

We went to the Tour Eiffel, which was OK, but then I got to discover croissants. Oh Boy. You would never guess it, but though each one looks the size of my tummy, when you chew them down really well you can get five or six in there. Ahh, la vie en rose.