It is half-term week, or more exactly fortnight, at the moment so the Dog Hotel is busy. I guess we have had so many mild winters that one is surprised by cold weather. 

The bean bag by the fire is much in demand. The definition of a door - something between a dog and where he wants to be - is never more true in our house at the moment when an icy breeze accompanies our guests as the peer out of an opened door then decide that their 'comfort stop' can wait awhile.

One of our favorite guests is the Princess pictured here. Somewhat obviously the photos were taken last year. 

The Princess knows that she is the most gorgeous creature imaginable and like Mary Poppins is practically perfect. Close examination of her waistline (should anybody be so disrespectful) might indicate an area where she might look to find an improvement but, Hey, it might just be what she calls her winter coat. 

She insists on traveling on the front seat of our car en-route to a walk. This she maintains is 'First class', riding on the back seat (as our boy insists on doing) is 'Business class'. Those in the tailgate are 'World Traveller'.