A Dog’s Dinner Bertie is off-colour. He had a sore paw and then caught kennel cough in the vets’ waiting room.
Tied Up When I came to live and work in London in 1976 my grandfather generously thought of a couple of things to make me fit in.
The Efficient Eimear Unlike Lord Emsworth my grandfather rather enjoyed having a secretary. He called her Miss Tappitt, not to her face.
The Kadir Cup F Yeats-Brown describes a day pig-sticking in Bengal Lancer. If only his horse was faster he might win the Kadir Cup he muses.
Death on the Thames Margravine Cemetery is all things to all men, women, children, fauna, flora, birds of the air and creepy-crawlies.
Wednesday in the Park with Bertie What’s for lunch? Wait for me! Beagle at Bay, with apologies to Landseer.
My Name’s Bertie, Beagle Bertie. I don’t often hear from Babs and when I do she is usually in a hole and needs help. No Time to Die isn’t the most auspicious title for her new James Bond film.