Saturday, 6 February 2016

Saturday 6 February 2016

I am so much better. I have recovered from my injuries and my Mistress's insurance paid for my surgeries, medicines and wrappings. I has been a very lucky girl. Yes, yes.


But now we is thinking weasels. Is it being wrong to raise and trains an army of battle-ready assault weasel assassins? Mistress asked of a law-yer yestiday. He says it is not allowed because we would be making the weasels like to weppins and using them to do naughty. But we would only kill them a LITTLE bit. But he still says that not allowed.


I says we maybe do it anyway. Does anyone knows where I can get some weasels?


Byebyelovefrom Gisele xxx

Tuesday, 26 January 2016

Tuesday 26 January 2016

I is very nearly proper better. I did have a very very VERY serious accident which what was not my fault on 4 December 2015 and what did make my Christmas not very merry AT ALL.
But I gets nearly ALL better soon and I can be telling you what did happen.
I write more very soon yes.


Bye-bye love from Gisele (nearly better). Bye xx

Friday, 20 November 2015

Friday 20 November 2015

I grieve so deeply for the human casualties of the despicable travesties visited upon my neighbours and friends in France.


But few, if any, think a mere dog is worthy of grief.


When PAPD Officer David Lim was calling and crying for his fallen canine partner Sirius, he was berated by a Fire Officer for "eulogizing a f*cking dog". I don't judge between sentient beings.
Whatever species, colour, beliefs, nationality or race, we ALL - to a one - as mammals weep salt water tears and bleed red blood when we hurt.
The death of just one diminishes us ALL. Regardless of species.
And so:-
Alors, Nous sommes appelés Jasper-Horatio et Gisèle-Stephanie. Mais, aujourd'hui, nous sommes à la fois - ‪#‎jesuisdiesel‬.


Bonne nuit, mes amies.
Votre Jasper xx

Thursday, 19 November 2015

Thursday 19 November 2015

Je m'appelle Gisèle.  Mais, aujourd h'ui, JeSuisDiesel.

(c) BBC
Tweet showing image of police dog with the slogan

Repose en paix avec Sirius, le PAPD chien de 9/11.

Monday, 16 November 2015

Monday 16 November 2015

Je m'appelle Gisele. Je non comprenez pas les attaques de la belle France. C'est incroyable. Tres, tres tragique. Moi, je ne comprends pas.


129 (et plus possible) victimes. 129. Les touts sont dans ma coeur.


Et pourqois?! Pourqois les touts morts?


Mais, je suis seulment un petit chienne d'Angleterre. Je ne sais pas pourqois...


Mon Coeur ne marche pas. Je suis avec touts mes amies Francais de cette fois. Mes amies; je t'aime. Je t'aime.


Repose en paix, touts mes amies en Paris, et le tout de France. Mon Dieu. x

Wednesday, 30 September 2015

Wednesday 30 September 2015

Today marked the end of an era.  My partner passed her last day in the office in the yard where once Ewan, Fizzy and I ran and played.  Her job has changed and she has moved to a different location.

It was a sad break with many happy memories.  Not only were many happy hours passed there, with numerous japes and adventures (all to be found in earlier entries on this post), it was from that office that I began my final journey, with the fond wishes of colleagues and friends ringing in my tired ears.

It was ALSO the setting for the occasion when I espied a tiny, gimlet-eyed terrier puppy of great beauty and possessed of a saucy smile.  She was so tiny and young that she could not be let out of the van in which she sat as she had not had her first injections - so she remained a mere vision.

No longer.  Little did I imagine that she would one day be so instrumental in helping to dry my partners' tears.

My partner has promised Gisèle that they will return to the much-loved woodlands for walks.  My partner's parents will be caring for sweet 'Sèle during the days from now on, as she is not permitted to accompany my partner to her new office.  This, too, represents an unhappy breach; yet we must be thankful that my partner still has a job in these troubled times - and a job that will offer interesting challenges and oportunities.  Gisèle believes that she will have new interesting challenges and opportunities too.  She thinks that she will be able to easily hoodwink my partner's parents into giving in to her every wish.  I fear she will be swiftly undeceived.

I have much more to share with you on my partner's recent brush with death and hospital sojourn.  But the hour grows late and rest ought not to be delayed; tomorrow brings the start of a new era for my partner and little Gisèle...

Pip-pip!

Sunday, 6 September 2015

Sunday 6 September 2015

A brief explanation of our silence: My partner has been ill - seriously so and, over the past ten days, mortally so. For nine of these past days she has been in (and, indeed, this message is written from) hospital.


On Monday night we faced each other directly once again; I went to walk her Home.


But it was not her time so, as her sleep grew easy once more, I stole silently away. My duty was unneeded.


My partner is now recuperating steadily and an imminent release from hospital is anticipated, though there may still be some challenges to face in the weeks ahead.


But face them we will - and our courage shall not be found wanting. The all will soon be told.


Until then; good night.