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AI is a marvellous tool.but remember: ‘With great power comes great responsibility!’ Excelsior!!!!!
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BY ERROL (HEAD OF MARKETING) Hold onto your leashes, readers! It’s been a whirlwind of a week here at HQ, and your favorite investigative hound has the full rundown on our latest excursions. Last Sunday, we hit up Greenacres! It was a lovely warm day—some might say too warm, but a clever doggie like me…
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BY ERROL (HEAD OF MARKETING) BIG NEWS, readers! Local legend Huw Lewis came through with a massive scoop and fixed the black BMW just in time! The “-ing eejit” (aka not my real dad) was panicking, but we made it down the road to the Ceredigion County Show in Aberystwyth! It was a super short…
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Hello everyone! It is Errol here. I am so eggcited about this weekend. We have a very speshul trip planned. We are heading to the Ceredigion County Show! It takes place in lovely Aberystwyth. I am crossing my paws for sunny weather. Hoping to have a good nap in the sun. I hope to find…
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Well, it’s been another day of high-stakes operations here at Greenacres. Honestly, the conditions were atrocious—absolute carnage out there. It was incredibly windy, which is frankly insulting to a dog of my stature, but I managed to maintain my composure despite the gale-force attempts to mess up my fur. The commute was equally appalling. It…
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(to the tune of goodbye yellow brick road) Goodbye Hafan y MôrWhere the coastline meets the cragsAnd the campers pitch their tents in rainI’ve had my fill of the A55And the cost of fuel to bear the strain.Maybe I’ll get back to those local fieldsWhere the traffic isn’t quite so loudWhere the margins aren’t so…
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THE BLACK CHARIOT AWAITS Word is spreading that we are packing up for another Craft Fair, so my work begins now! As the official Head of Marketing for Jon and Mary’s Curios, I take my duties very seriously. Naturally, the journey to the fair provides an hour of pure, unadulterated luxury. I travel in the…
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Despite the ever-present threat of the Tiger—also known as Alice—The 5 PM Ritual guarantees my survival. Every single day, precisely when the sun hits the sofa corner, the feline overlords receive their tribute. I watch from a safe distance, maintaining my professional composure, while the cats feast and the house remains stable. But what reward…
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THE TIGER STRIKES In terrifying social news, I had a close encounter today with the resident menace, Alice. Readers, let me be clear: she is not a cat. She is a F-ING TIGER!1! Alice serves as the self-appointed Grand Matriarch of the house, and I am currently very legally forbidden from even looking in her…
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A crisis occurred in the creation chamber today. The Goddess (long may she rain down cheese crumbs) was elegantly supervising the workshop, ensuring that the silver and wood took their proper forms. Meanwhile, The F-ing Idiot—also known as Not My Real Dad!—was trying to use the Loud-Growler machine. Too loud, man! As the Head of…