Mummy had to do some Mummy Business so I am resident at one of my Spare Royal Residences. The good news is that the Italian visitor was easily trained in the ways of aerial unicorns. He presented a talk on his latest research last night, into why stars become red giants. I think he has made a mistake in the density calculation...
And the crazy thing... it seems he would rather play with his stupid Kippenhahn diagrams than throw my fish. I mean, really! And he has the density wrong anyway! Humans...good grief...
So I woke Mummy at about 3am (human time) because of an urgent development. Mum is pretty good, and she realised this was important so she got out of bed. I took her to the kitchen and pointed out that my food bowl was empty, and that I was hungry. Humans communicate in weird ways, but it sounded like she said something about midnight snacks, and then she went back to bed! I may have to increase her training...
Mummy and John weren't paying enough attention to me, so I invented the aerial dig. They filmed it and thought it was very funny... and they started to pay attention to me.
Sometimes a Queen has to be crafty!
There has been some chatter recently about dogs watching television. I do not know what the lesser creatures do with their time. But personally, I am rather fond of Insiders on the ABC. A nice way to spend a Sunday morning. I also quite enjoy Masterchef. The English Masterchef, of course.
I spent the last weekend at one of my Royal Residences. However, the beds there are too small. Mum almost fell out of the bed at one stage. I dunno why she complains! She could have slept on the floor or on my bed...
I may need to persuade the Residence Manager to extend the house so that my Royal Corporealness can have a larger bed to rest in.
Granddad has gone. Clearly this is due to the evil suitcases. Suitcases are the root of all evil. It means people are leaving!
Anyone who manufactures, distributes, or supports the use of these evil things shall be punished by severe nyanging to their treacherous hands.
The removal of suitcase temptation should ensure the movements of humans, both liked and disliked, are restricted to the whims of Her Majesty. That is a much better state of affairs.
Granddad is here!
He materialized...just like that! I think Mum was involved somehow, but the important thing is... HE IS HERE!
My Mother sometimes mocks my sleeping positions. She clearly does not appreciate my creative sleeping habits.
Here is my impression of an upside-down snaggle-toothed snake-eyed vampire dog!
My Mother abandoned me. Albeit at one of my Royal Residences. Fortunately my French house-mate was smart enough to be rapidly trained in servitude.
After about a week Mum returned. She had moved our house again!
Humans are weird.
Humans say that even the darkest cloud has a silver lining. I am thinking that the reverse is true.
So, being able to open the cupboard myself is a good thing. Mummy always told me to stay away from chocolate and I have always listened to her. But it just smelled so good!
It was good, too. For a while. Then things went downhill.
I didn't feel very good.
I love my Mummy. She took me to the Nasty Vet, and I am OK now. I don't remember much. I think a labrador must have slipped something into the chocolate. But Queen Minkah is tough and her judgement can be brutal!
I am still a little woozy from the things the Nasty Vet gave me.All bacon donations will be stockpiled until I feel a little better.Please feel free to send bacon.
And nuggets.
For later.
When I return to my normal strength, I shall hunt down the labradors who tried to trick me with chocolate... they shall regret they were born!
I may also take a moment to bite the Nasty Vet. He made my mummy cry...
Mummy found some pictures of me from my Royal Past. This one is when I was only 3, and I am with my Matron Dog. I miss her.
And this is when I was just a baby!
I must say, I was very cute. And I have held up extremely well to the ravages of time.
Why is there a Mars rover in my living room?
I am experimenting with artistic and symmetrical arrangement of my toys. What do you think? I call this "Pachyderm Cross with Unicorn Crown".
I have discovered that cottage cheese pleases me and I will start accepting gifts in the form of cottage cheese from today forward.
Preferably supplemented with bacon.
Or chicken nuggets.
Or salmon.
Or all of the above.
I am learning how to become a people. Mummy lets me sit in her chair at the table and provides pats and hugs for my pleasure. I could get used to being a people. The only thing I can't figure out is, how do you lie down on these things?!
Easter is approaching. To celebrate, my Mum got me a bunny! I am now making sure that no-one dares to try to take it from me!
My Mummy is very special. She somehow got me a T-Rex bone! And yes...it is ALL FOR ME!
My Mummy got me a crocodile! It makes a nice change to disembowelling unicorns.
Good news! I have trained the visiting Englishman to throw my Unicorn.