Back once again like the renegade master...

Hmmm...

I am now back in my humble abode. With my enormous dog and my b-e-a-utiful betrothed.

I am sliightly concerned that I have just seen my mate's dog for the first time in 6 months - he has a Weimaraner. Only next to my Labraweilersation (as I beleive the mix should be) he looks like a minature whippet.

Yes, the hound I left behind has grown. Long legs, glossy hair and an endless appetite (cue sexist pig joke from "The Todd" 'sounds like some other beeeatches I know - high five'!!). He is now the size of a small shetland pony. Good for me, I can hire him out at fetes!

Having returned relatively unscathed from my second desert experience (I cut my leg on the shower door) I can safely say that I will be most upset to return....

My braw, who's site is linked, sounds in a chirpy mood too - maybe he is happy for me to be back. He is also visiting me in Germany during World Cup season...

Well, I'll be off. The blog has been brightened up to reflect my change in outlook.

Laters

The giant egg timer...

Through which the sands of time are trickling at an ever increasing rate. Or so it would seem. Yup, I have days to push. My replacement is here, he is my new best friend and i even pursuaded him to buy my TV and DVD player today, for only a $20 depreciation. Alles Gut.

Soon I shall return to the Fatherland, for that is where I am unfortunate enough to be based right now, to be reunited with my dearly beloved and the Hound of The Baskervilles. Apparently he is a labrador/Rottweiller/Alsatian cross, which bodes well I think. He is slowing growing up and calming down, so the threat of cutting his nuts off diminishes daily.

Unfortunately, it turns out he hasn't really got his pet passport (bluffing fool - did he think that customs wouldn't check?) so he can't come back to the UK to visit the extended family. Instead he will have the pleasure of returning to the kennels for a short time. Now, some people would try to convince you that a kennel is just like a hotel for pets. I say crap, it is more like prison - noisy, cramped and the bitch in the next cell keeps eyeing you up and slavering suggestively...no wonder he doesn't like it. Still, I need to see my Mum and Dad and the outlaws, so away he must go.

Not much has steamed me up recently, apparently our pal Norman Kember gushed profusely at the braveness of soldiers everywhere, the TV in the office is fixed, I am going to leave soon..

But all is not well, because even at this late stage in our tour, another of us has been killed. Very sad. Hopefully, something can be fixed here that means no more people have to be killed - on any side.

I'll let you know when I am back. All of you stay safe and thanks for the support you have given me while I have been here. To my replacements good luck and stay safe, to the Iraqi people good luck with all the difficulties that lie ahead on the road to a better country. To those who wont be coming home, in the past, now or in the future, We Will Remember Them.