Don’t be fooled by this cutesy paw. Â It can do untold damage to your flower beds and then stencil your floors with muddy paw prints. Â It’s my punishment for putting the bassets on a boot camp regime of long walks and restricted diet. Â I like to think of... 
Apparently there is only one thing worse than people constantly talking about their children, its people that talk about their pets. If that’s the case, then I have to plead guilty as charged. Â There is no getting away from it this blog is littered with basset... 
It’s more likely that we hear our neighbours rather than see them.  There’s usually a cacophony of chainsaws, brush cutters, lawnmowers competing with roosters, barking dogs, squawking chickens, mooing cows and bleating sheep or goats.  Not to mention... A bit like a repetitive dream that has the same ending, I have multiple conversations with friends and colleagues about why I blog and tweet. For people who don’t blog or read blogs they just don’t get the whole online community thing. I’ve... “Be afraid, very afraid” was the weather forecasters message this time last week. A once in a lifetime snow storm was heading across New Zealand that would eclipse the snow flurry we had a few weeks before. Twitter was forecasting #snowmaggedon with... 
