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WOOF! Happy Boxing Day everyone. I love Christmas. Turkey dinners, cocktail parties, Downton Abbey on the telly and lots of unexpected treats – it really is a great time of year to be a dog.

This year my presents included a squeaking carrot (great for throwing around the room for my human pet to catch), a bone and a bottle of something called ‘Biffy’s Magical Hair Rinse’ which Frances made up especially for me. (It’s a blend of cider vinegar and essential oils, designed I think, to make me even more irresistible.)

This morning, I received another gift: a surprise delivery of food from Lily’s Kitchen, the delicious organic dog food brand.

There are no 'animal by products' or 'derivatives' in this, just real meat with herbs and other good things such as alfalfa sprouts and blueberries. (I've noticed my pet's nostrils twitching, whenever she serves me the Goose & Duck Feast with Fruits for dinner.)

I hope that my mate Glen, the little spotted terrier who lived at La Grande Galerie, is also enjoying Christmas in his new home.

His loyal human chums, Eileen and Wally, have taken well deserved retirement after several years of running the GG and have moved to Cognac, where Glen will have a big garden to play in.

I hope they invite me to stay soon, as I'm a little miffed with my pet following a recent incident in the local park, when a crazy French lady with a poodle started shouting that I should be on a lead. (Such a fuss about nothing: I was only having a friendly sniff around.)

‘Ne vous inquietez pas, il est castré,’ (Don’t worry, he’s castrated!) shouted my pet, as the French lady scooped up her poodle.

I was mortified. No chap likes to have his private details broadcast to the world like that. Several of the old boys fishing in the lake, flinched and flashed me a look of sympathy.

Honestly humans can be so embarrassing sometimes.

Before I go, I'd like to wish all my readers peace, love and joy – and lots of walks and delicious treats – in 2012.