Hi there, yes it's me, Penny the Jack Russell dog and modest internet superstar! While my human brother, Tristan and my human dad, Gary, are still going through major upheavals in their lives, I told Gary that I would take over his blog, yet again.
These have been challenging times for me also. I've had to adjust to living in two different homes. Although it's been unsettling, I'm now familiar with the routine of spending half the week with Tristan and the other half with Gary. The transition and adapting has been quite the hectic adventure for the three of us.
So while Gary contemplates actually writing another blog pawst, I shall tell you with what I've been up to at Gary's place.
Gary purchased a brand new, luxury bed. The brand new, luxury bed, is now mine. Last week, I was feeling poorly. I proceeded to poo on the brand new, luxury bed. Such was my poor tummy that my poo seeped through to the mattress. This left a a stain that Gary feverishly removed.
However, there's more. Having a rumbly tummy, I went on a three-day pooping extravaganza. This meant that Gary was rushing around after me with a wet sponge and cleaning products. Thankfully, the cleaning products did a good job of removing the offending stains on his brand new, luxury crapets, um, carpets.
Each time Gary rushed me out of his apartment and carried me down the three flights of steps, once outside, I couldn't go. He'd bring me back in. Back in time for me to continue my pooping extravaganza.
In one last pooping glory, I got up beside Gary on MY brand new, luxury bed he'd cleaned. He awoke to a pungent aroma, a poopy bed and a brown trickle down his top. Never seen the old guy jump out of a bed so quickly!
I'm pleased to report that I'm now back to normal. My eating is just fine and the runs have run away. Gary and Tristan are taking me to the vets as a precautionary measure now scheduled for the upcoming Monday.
Here's a bit of a Christmas theme in Gary's ongoing creation within his new home. That's not a real fireplace, but what the heck, it gives a cosy ambience. The carpets have now been fully cleaned.
So this was sort of a "Pawed Poolitical Announcement." I know that David Cameron is into Poolitics and I'm sure he loves my comments on his Twitter feed.
*Okay, Gary, I'm all pooped out from doing this pawsting. Maybe you might get the hint and actually write your own blog pawst! Arf!*
A past magical moment in time. The wee folks celebrated each and every unique snowdrop that cast its glistening wonder on the enchanted garden where they once doth lived. 
Their message to us is simple, yet profound. For the wee folks live in their wee world, where stigma, labels and the passing of judgement, are bizarre and baffling concepts. May we learn from them. Let's celebrate and rejoice in the diversity of mankind. And just like in their world, we can truly be, all different, all equal.
And the wee folks gazed up at the moon
