The Day of Saint Patrick

It's nearly the day of Saint Patrick, the patron saint of Irish Rescue Hounds. I hope you can come to the launch of me book 'The Importance Of Being Ralph'.

I forgot where I put it.  I have found it again.  It's now 2012 and approaching the launch of me book 'The Importance Of Being Ralph'.  I'm havin' me launch on 17 March as it is the Day of Saint Patrick, the Patron Saint of Rescue Hounds.

Oh Dear

Oh dear, to be sure. I forgot I had this O'blog. You see I have gone Glow Ball (have o'mail and twitter now) - and been busy writin' me book. 'The Importance Of Being Ralph'. Anyway, I shall have to remind people about me blog so you can send me messages.

Top O'the Seasonals to yer.

Ralph

Dis-Temper

How things can change.
Such a good day was the day of Saint Patrick.
This morning was NOT good.
There's a note for me from me vets.
I don't like goin' to the vets.
Don't get me wrong, they're lovely, caring people but I don't like the stress of it all.
Anyway - they wrote to me and said I was due for me 'jections.
So I asked me muther if it was necessary and she started talking about me temper.
I haven't got a temper.
But she said you have this 'jection to protect you from Dis Temper.
I haven't got dis temper or dat temper or any temper at all.
So why have I got to go?

Today is not a good day.

Ralph the no temper at all

Top O' The Mornin!

Happy St. Patrick's Day!
The sun is shining and I nearly caught a pheasant that was in me garden when I went out for me morning const o' tutional.
I've had toast and marmite with me farder and I'm about to have an after breakfast lie in the sun in the garden.
It's been a great start to St. Patrick's Day!
He's the Patron Saint of Irish rescue hounds. Not many people know that!

Love and sunshine to yer all.
Ralph

I'm back!

Where have you bin, I hear you ask!
Well me muther's not bin well and I have been sufferin' with the old SAD syndrome. Where is the feckin' sun?.
Anyway, your old Irish mate is back and bloggin' and I have some interestin' news which I'll share with yer when I remember how to use this o'bloggin stuff again.
Top o' the mornin'
Ralph

Thank You Note

I was brought up old-fashioned but me muther is not forcing me to do this.
I just wanted to say thank you for having me, Ted and Laska.
It was very kind of you to let me into your home and show me round your garden.
Laska thank you for letting me borrow your bed.
I had a really good time (even though your muther tried that nasty snogging thing that my muther does). What is it with muthers? Me farder never does it and your Dad just stroked and patted me in a blokey way. That's fine.
I was very tired yesterday after all the excitement and took to me bed but I'm back to normal today - which isn't much different from takin' to me bed. We're all goin' shoppin' in a minute. I like that. I sit in the back of the car and bark at stuff. I may well pop into the Falcon for a packet of crisps and a guinness. The humans are buying dog food. This is good.

Thanks again both for makin' me so welcome on your territory.
I enjoyed huntin' for the cat.
Hope you can come round here to play soon?
I have squirrels.

Love Ralph