Sunday, December 18, 2011


Oh dear its Christmas time again.

Mum hasn't been too excited as she has been busy fighting with the evil overlords who are constantly threatening the   welfare of the injured worker.

And Dad grew a beard for Movember

By the time Mum got used to it he shaved it off.

But then he made a scare crow to keep the cockatoo's off the passion fruit and now Mum freaks out every time she drives around the corner and sees it.

However Clancy has been working in Mums favourite city and in a great hall or something.
I don't know if she does the bookings for the ballet school or the Tai -kwon do or Bingo, but she does it well because if anyone misbehaves she just looks at them

And they are instantly good.

Patrick has been living in Sydney for a year now and Mum has coped really well.

She has cut down her daily phone calls to weekly.

He has settled in really well and has done brilliantly at Uni.

Joseph turned 18 and he is handsome and suave.  He is learning new things.

And he got a tattoo just like me except my ears are tattooed not my butt cheek.

Mum and I still walk the beach and lagoon every day.  I am sun baking to get some bleach tips like a surfer chick hound.

And mum still takes heaps of photos of the birds and all the interesting happenings. She is even getting some good feedback on her photos. 

But Christmas is a bit flat for her.  She found her box of German decorations and that made Dad really happy.

And she found their Norwegian Christmas dolls called Inge and Auge.

And she started to feel better.

Then she found her German angels

And she decided


to hang them

all around the windows with the christmas balls that a little old lady made.         


She was feeling really chuffed until it was put her that it looked like a Christmas fairy lynching.       

At first she went quiet and then she just laughed and laughed.  Its great to see her in the Christmas spirit .


She is so into Christmas she wants to go hunting reindeer antlers  because she "@+#*#@!" hates them" and wants nail them up on the wall but Dad and Joe wont take her. And since she is as blind as a bat at night driving  everyone's cars are safe.

It doesn't matter, as she is happy now as she has her happy hat on.

And so on behalf of me and mum we wish you a happy holiday and a safe and healthy new year.

Oh the things I let her do just to make her happy,

by Rosie Greyhound Wilmott, Duchess of Macs 2011

Saturday, November 26, 2011

mums thick head

This is mum.  She is really happy here as she found her fly swatter, which means she can go after those buzzing blighters and smash them to smithereens.
 You wouldn't think mum had a broken brain. `
And she manages it pretty well.

However sometimes her brain mucks up on her and she gets stuck.

Especially at the moment .

It seems that mum is involved in a biff with some people.  Only this kind of biff cant be sorted as usual, like Dawnie does with the chooks and like I did with the border collies

It seems that these bad guys use their words and write and talk to biff..  And that Mum has to go and see some  " medical people who are whoring their skills for an insurance company to make money, rather than doing the job their are meant to do, which is to help people with illness.  We know they are whores just by the job they are doing .  However   the degree and cost  of whoredom doesn't make a better whore and by saying this we are really insulting sex workers but mum cant think of anything better to call them cause her bloody brain is broke by the corporation that all these whores and parasites work for." 

I think I remembered it all.

And this is where mum  has been very busy writing a response to the whoremaster's pimps who asked questions.

So I have been helping her.

For three nights



I was 


Helping her

with words

and sentences until

I was too exhausted and thank goodness she had finished.

But every day I did remind her that she needed a good walk to clear out her brain.

Over three days and four nights she wrote 9400 words. 
She said she was in crisis mode, which is a bit like when she picked up one of the border collies that attacked me.  But now she has run out of puff and Dad has  put her to bed.

Later on Dad gave me a massage and said
"Rosie how did we manage before you?'

To be frank I don't know how they did. Mum says she would never have been able to leave the house before she had me and she had forgotten how to do little things like say hello to people and make small talk.

However more important  for the time being we are just going to let mum sleep and soon she will be up again,

Back to her normal self, wearing her hats chasing flies and taking photos.

Oh and going on the best walks with me.
because I am such  a lucky hound too.

Monday, November 7, 2011

The Greyhound Myth

My name is Keith and I live around the Roberts Family.

They rescued Rosie Greyhound from some kennels because she never won a race.

Everyone thinks greyhounds cant sit still and that they must run around all the time. So I think its time to clear that up.

Greyhounds love to run

And sleep.

Greyhounds like to swim

And sleep.

They love going for walks

And sleeping

They like to watch things happening.

And snoozing.

They like to work for good causes.

And they sleep on the job.


They love to eat yummy food.

And go back to sleep.

They love listening to story's..................
with their eyes closed.

They love cuddles , before during and after sleep.

They don't even care who they share their sleep with.

                                                         Smooges from small humans.

Chats with older humans.

And then to sleep.

Just on their own.

Or share a chair with a chum.

Sleep when a puppy.

Or sleep when old.

Sleep in pyjamas.

Always where it is warm , never cold.

So next time you see some greyhounds, don't be fooled.

They are the sleepiest dog,