Hello Again,

Well, life is getting pretty interesting here in Tasmania. You see, we're hosting the neighbourhood Christmas Party later this week and we need music ... that means downloading stuff ... and guess what!

The Boss (that's what she thinks anyway) doesn't know much about this technology stuff. For a wee Scotty dog like myself that means I can't just snooze under the desk. I have to be ready to jump out of the way as she hurls things around.

I'm not quite sure, but I don't think bashing the computer and yelling at it is really the way to get it to work - I sure wouldn't co operate if she tried that on me!

Anyway, back to the Christmas Party. In our courtyard we have a pizza oven. Yep, a proper Italian woodfired oven, so it's not hard to guess what's on the menu for the party.

I don't want you to think I'm obsessed by food, but the deal is the neighbours have to make their own pizzas. As they don't have much practice, a lot of pizza ends up on the pavers and, well, someone has to clean it up!

So that's it from me for today. One last tip though. If you're looking to download any music I have posted details of the best site at the top. (Believe me, I now know ALL about these things!)

Hello World!

I'm a wee Scottish Terrier who lives on a small island at the bottom of Australia called Tasmania. I live with my owner in Hobart in a house on a hill overlooking the harbour. There is a nice big deck where I can stand and bark at everyone who goes past.

Actually, my mates living across the road and I usually have a barkoff each afternoon - just being friendly and telling each other what our crazy human family has been up to!

Here in Australia we're gearing up for the summer holidays. Tasmania is a great place in summer - just after Christmas we have the Sydney-Hobart yacht race - one of the world's great ocean classics.

To celebrate we also have a week long food and wine festival. What's even better though is that the days are very long with lovely long twilight evenings ... and that means lots of barbecues!

Barbecues are good because they mean a wee thing like me can get under the table and grab anything that falls off a plate.

The whole clan is coming over from Scotland for Christmas so we should have lots of fun. Unfortunately, it also means I have to look my best so I suppose I'll be carted off to the salon for a "proper" haircut - I'd much rather be at the beach.

Anyway, must go now and I will tell you more in a few days about our great lifestyle here in Tasmania.

By the way, if any other dog out there is smart enough to have their own blog, I'd love to hear from you!