Django's domestic duties

I know how much my mum loves ironing (not!) so the other day, when I saw the ironing board and iron being got out in readiness for another mammoth session, I thought I would offer some assistance.

Now I would be no good at actually wielding the iron but I thought that at least I could help by keeping an eye on the pile of ironing waiting to be done, and releasing the odd bit to mum whenever she needed it. I felt that this would contribute greatly to speeding up the whole process and making life easier for her, but for some reason she did not see it that way.

Well, one can only try to help, and if it is not appreciated, then one can always have a nap.

Three new friends and a barbeque

The social whirl of Montazels continues apace! After two unexpected (but very welcome) visits from my mate Lily within the space of a week, on Wednesday three new people turned up for what was to be a fun afternoon.


Aunty Jan, her son Josh, and his friend Jonno were on holiday in the next village to us so they came over for a bit of a swim, a barbeque, and some more of that bottle stuff. Now although we had not met before, we all got on like a house on fire. Aunty Jan is really sweet and she plays guitar too, which I think is really clever. I've never heard anyone play before so it was really interesting.


Josh and Jonno were great fun and I spent lots of time chasing them around when they were in he pool. I still have not summoned up the courage to jump in yet but I don't mind getting splashed.



At one stage I even managed to get a quick Frog Dog snog in with Josh!



There was a great barbeque at which I managed to hoover up a couple of crisps and a bit of sausage and even got my nose in the peanut bowl at one stage, although I did get told off for that!

Unfortunately they are off back to the UK soon so I won't see them again 'til next time.

An afternoon with Marley and me

What else do you do on a rainy Sunday afternoon but watch a film? So there we were, mum, dad, and me, watching this film called "Marley and me". Now I apologise for those of you have not yet seen this film but it is all about the supposedly naughtiest dog in the world.


From what I saw I would dispute this as I have had my moments too, and from the regular comments from mum and dad such as "been there, done that" and the occassional fit of the giggles I would assume that a sense of deja vu was prevailing amongst certain sectors of the audience. Personally I could not see it but then I am a dog and his behaviour seemed perfectly normal to me.

I did relate to him closely on the visit to the vet to have certain vital bits of anatomy removed as I have been there myself recently but fortunately the sad ending was well beyond my comprehension as I hopefully have many years to go before anything like that. It was a real four hanky job for those around me and I guess some of that was to do with my predecessor's demise. Still, a good time was had by all, even if there was no large bag of Maltesers to go round. We can all heartily recommend it.

Outing to Bouisse + Serpent

Here I am again, fresh from a really busy weekend. Auntie Mary and Uncle Tim came over for the weekend and it was really exciting to see them again. The main reason for their visit was so that we could all go to the Club Braque Français dog show and field trials at the place where I was born - the village of Bouisse.

Saturday was the day for the show and I met loads more of "me" type dogs including a couple of my brothers who I have not seen for months. It was all very informal and not at all stuffy. Afterwards we had a picnic in the park before heading back home where the humans had a swim and more of that bottle stuff. I just kipped as I have not yet really got to grips with travelling in cars and was a bit sick on the way to Bouisse.


Sunday was the day of the field trials which we totally missed, much to mum's annoyance, as we could not find the field. Still, they all had a long and (apparently) scrummy lunch whilst I did a bit more kipping as once again I had been sick on the way up. I really must get the hang of this travelling lark if I am going to enjoy the trip to the UK at Xmas.

Oh, and before I go, one more bit of interesting news. We have a viper in the garden somewhere and it has been seen basking on the pool deck a couple of times. For some reason everyone is a bit pleased I have not yet seen it? It appears that if we give chase they just turn round and bite you, and that being bitten by one of these is not too good for a dog.

Must go now. Got to chase mum and the mower around the garden. Goodness knows where dad is!

The god kids were here!

Hello again one and all. Sorry it has been a long time since the last posting but life has been a bit hectic recently. First of all I had a bit of an eye infection but some drops from the chemist soon sorted that out. Then, the really good news - I am now over the 20 kilo mark - and for some obscure reason mum and dad are really happy about this. Still, whatever makes them happy is good by me!

I said before that the god children were due to arrive. Well they duely arrived last Tuesday and it was really great to see them. My old mate Grant and I soon renewed our old friendship and his sister Becky turned out to be really lovely and not too scared of me at all. I was right - she is a lot prettier than Grant! That is, except when she has just got up and had a bit of a rough and tumble with me before I clamber onto her lap for a cuddle.

We played lots of games together and each morning I tried to exceed the enthusiasm of the previous morning's welcome as they appeared for breakfast. They also spent a lot of time fooling about in the pool, but as you avid readers will be aware, I don't do pools. Instead I chose to take up residence on one of the sun loungers and watch from a safe distance.

It is quite sad that they have now gone home, but I am consoling myself with the knowledge that Aunty Mary and Uncle Tim are coming over for the weekend. Not only that but we are all going to Bouisse (where I was born) to a show and field trials for us Braque Francais hounds - more about that next time. Who knows, I may even see my real mum and dad when I am there.

That's all for now as I have a lot of sleep to catch up on so I am off to find an empty armchair. Speak to you all again soon.

Old mate & new friend coming soon

Just heard some very exciting news and had to share it with you. In about ten days time mum and dad's god children, Grant and Becky (see photo of them with mum and dad), are coming to stay for a week. Now Grant and I are best mates because, as you may remember, he came over in March this year for a few days and we had a great time together. Becky is his sister and I am sure she is just as nice and quite a bit prettier! Really looking forward to them coming so we can have a bit of fun together.

Surprise guest & more DIY

So there we are, dad and I, heading off into the vineyards on our usual morning walk, and who should join us but that lovely young lady, Paris. No, not Paris Hilton (more's the pity says dad) but my good mate from up the hill, Paris the Hungarian wire haired Vizler, who you may remember was last seen swimming a few lengths in our pool during the party. She joined us for the walk and then, much to my surprise, joined me in our garden by leaping over our outside wall. Even I can't do that! Good fun was had by all but I was seriously knackered at the end of it all.

By the way, as the observant amongst you may notice, I have had my stitches out. Nothing to it really and I did not feel a thing.




Then I had to help dad with some DIY as he was putting in a stone step.Uncle Tim normally comes and helps with such things and as he had left his work shoes here (and they don't fit me) I naturally assumed he would be back. However, apparently he had decided to buzz off on holiday so I had to step in. Still, I think I proved fairly useful.