New School Year

Ahh, the new school year is here! Mother tells me that I will get to go see my children again on Wednesday. Two whole days I must wait! I am not a very patient Czar, but time is not something I can hurry. The Sultan Sakeri thinks he will be the one going to the school, bah! No, I will not allow him or the little marshall of the house, Maverick, to go on the first time back at school this year. That is my job. Three whole weeks with out having back rubs and ear scritches, what am I to do?!

I must remember not to fault Mother for this. She has been taking care of the little princes and princesses of the house. My prince Thumper has not been feeling well, and dear Mother has been taking great care of him. I think that the vile enemy doing this to us is the evil Vet R. Narian. He is always poking my back with things and wanting to listen to me. Mother assures me that he is a doctor and that I must have this thing called "vaccines", and that the doctor must listen to my heart and lungs the same way he does the little prince and princesses.

Perhaps it is the evil tree rats that is doing this to us. Mother calls them "squirrels", but to us, they are no more than rooftop rodents and must be chased from the yard before they take over the estate! Tree rats and Hedgamahogs, doesn't she know they are the most evil things to a Borzoi! Perhaps this year I can finally get this through to her...

But I have hope with the kids that read to me. Perhaps they can understand what I must go through to protect them from the evils of the tree rats and Hedgamahogs.



For those not aware of what these vile Hedgamahogs look like, I will include a picture of this evil creature - be on the look out for them!

Happy New Year

(groaning) The Czarina Oksana and myself stayed up half the night waiting on "New Year" to arrive. The Baron Cyril and Duchess Tzatiyana were among our guest lists, along with the Saluki bedouins, Sultan Sakeri and Sultaness Kivah, as well as Shiek Daavii and Shiekah Mya. The court was filled with our children playing, with yips and yawls of my dearest nine and the Sultaness' ten. When finally my dearest put the last of the wee ones to slumber, we awaited, along with Mother, for the arrival of this guest who was coming, though I know I did not invite him.

New Year? Bah! Mother simply got up and hugged us all, greeted us to the New Year and went to bed! Am I missing something? Did the guest arrive and dissapear? How rude! None of my comrades would ever do such a thing! Not even mine own brother, The ArchDuke Dillion!

Mother assures me that good things are to come with the New Year, so we shall see. Yes, we shall see.