ERIC'S CHRISTMAS MESSAGE

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PLEASE CLICK ABOVE FOR MY ITCHYCOO PARK MUSIC TO SING ALONG TO WHILE YOU'RE HERE. YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO. EVEN BETTER. WHAT A RELIEF!!! IT'S NOT. REPEAT NOT. A CHRISTMAS SONG!!!

Been yapping along to my park song while I've been hanging around waiting for you everybloggie. Catchy tune eh? I'm off for a Christmas walk in my Royal Bushy Park. Want to wig your wag along with mine? Got something special for you to peep your pies on. La da da ...I'd like to go there now with you... ladadadaa... bark along now ...



While I alight from my Mini Royal Carriage.



Come on.Get a move on. Got over a mile of Chase Me's to do down Chestnut Avenue.



Stop once in a while for a sniffy snooter. (Note to self. Ask bloggies if I should consider entering the Rear of the Year Competition in next month's Play Dog) Haaaa!!



One of the wild natives of the park. Gulp. He's a big 'un. Take a peek at that Relentlessly Huge Christmas tree on top of his dear old noddle.



Like the pink skies? Ooooh ..blows my mind ...tra la lalala la



Uh Oh. Stream's turned into a deep freeze. Full of frozen fishies. Bigger Uh Oh. Fire! Fire! London seems to be Burning.



Ready? Steady. Go! Got to find my special place.



Got it. Gander way up. Up. Up. Above my square head. (You can big it) In the tree. See? Shucks. Gone all shy.



See??? It's Mistletoe!!! Growing right. There. In the tree!!!



So. Put it there pals.



Then. This side. Plonk one there too. Us Euro Doggies. You know. Kiss. Kiss. Twice!!!


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Have a wagging one. Thanks a squillion for keeping me company this year. Been a blast.



Now. Xcuse me. Got to skeeedaddle. all come out to groove about...la da da dada aaa... oooo sooo beautiful....

GLOBAL WARNINGS

Such a bad week for every doggies 2 leggededs. World's gone crazy. Banks going bust. Banks taking over other Banks. House prices plummeting. Shares prices spirally down. Redundancies. Weird Weather. All Wagging Worrying. I have my paws crossed everydog and their 2 leggededs are all ok.

Now I'm wagging worried too. Bout my trees. When I returned from Puppy Play School I wagged my wig over to my little local park. You know the one. Not the Royal one.



This one. Where I chase birdies away for Mommy. Look how far away she was to take this photie of me chasing 'em. He,he,he!!

Where little me runs. In ginormous green spaces. And wanders in the wooded areas.



When I walked into the park this week it looked like this. A carpet of leaves.



I hear you barking "So what Eric, autumn drifted in early?" Nope. No sirree. No dogee. It hasn't. These Horse Chestnut Trees are dying. Diseased. Every one.



This woody avenue of Horse Chestnut Trees in my little park . . .



looked like this in the Spring. Blooming bootiful ...



.....now looks like this. Sick. Bad. Poorly trees. Oh. Boo. Hoo. They are mine 'n Mommy's most favourest favourite of trees.



Mini 2 leggededs love these trees too. Collect their conkers in autumn for games. Mommy always collects a handful too, crazy over them. The disease is spreading fast across all Horse Chestnut Trees. Weak from 3 winters without water, now they've got an unknown bacteria.Maybe from the "Him A Layas". A bleeding canker which seeps into the trees, damaging both branches and trunk. Branches fall off. Finally the tree might topple over. Yikees. In Britain 49% of the consevative estimated total of TWO MILLION Chestnut Trees are sickly. That's a blogging big old number. Thousands and thousands plus tons and tons more. Remember the Chestnut Trees in my Royal Bushy Park? Can't bear to show you how sad those ones look now.



But here's one tree last Spring providing shelter for the dear little deer. The dear little deer eat the conkers from the trees in autumn. They'll be hungry soon. Sniff. Sniff.



Mile upon mile of Chestnut Trees, line the avenues of my Royal Park. All hundreds and hundreds of years old. And nobloggie knows know how to stop or cure their disease. Some say it's caused by Global Warming. They've already cut down enormously huge branches from the trees in my little park. Just as well. Don't want a tree to fall on my noddle. Dog-a-blogging dangerous. And Chestnut Trees are ALL OVER. Lining the main roads. Lines of them growing up and down my local streets. In private and public gardens. Churchyards. Commemorative places. Every which way we go. Every which where I look. I see them. All poorly. Where I wig my wag, in the south east, 75% of the Chestnut Trees are affected. Waaaaaaaaah. That's Sad. AAAAAhhhhhh. Scary too. Dogs. Kitties. Hammies.What will I do? Apart from don a safety helmet for protection. Maybe some body armour too. This means .....



No trees for playing sticks....



No bark for larking....



No Chestnut trees for their most impawtent use. Leaving pee mail.

When you go out today. Hug your favourite tree. Give him a Play Bow. Yap how much you like him. His shelter. His sticks. For everything. Be woofing grateful for his wonderfulness. And leave an extra big pee mail. Yep, I'm a Sad Square Dog. Dog-a-blogging-sobbing. Must be a Global Warning. Bout Global Warming. How's it affecting your world? I wonder.

A WALK IN THE PARK

We're here. My bestest mind - a- boggling walk! It's just down the road from where I live. Going to wig your wag along with me? This is Royal Bushy Park. On of the Parks adjacent to Hampton Court Palace. Remember? The park was given to King Henry 8th by Cardinal Wolsey in 1529 and now belongs to the Queen. And her corgis. All of them. Emma, Linnet, Holly, Willow and three dorgis, Brandy, Cider and Berry. Plus Rush, Minnie and Monty who belonged to the late Queen Mother. That's a lot of poop to scoop for Mr. Sir. Vent on their walkies . . .

I'm going to tell you something bout the park as you cousins In A Merry Car might be interested 'cos it's got a bit of A Merry Can history. In World War II, part of the park became Camp Griffiss, which was the base camp for the US 8th Army Air Force, US Strategic Air Forces and then later on the Supreme Headquarters Allied Expeditionary Forces. The most important person who lived on the base camp was General Eisenhower. He planned Operation Overlord. Overlord was the code name for the allied invasion of north-west Europe that began with the D-D landings. There are formal memorials to the USAAF and SHAEF in the north-east corner of the park so we will head over and sniff those out. I don't really know bout much of that but Mom says it's all about freedom and liberty for all creatures. So be free, those leads come off pals.

Now as this is a Royal Park, when I visit here, I use my full Aristocrat title. Mom says it's a bit of a mouthful when calling me but I insist. Besides it makes me giggle,it's so true . . .

My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is: Most Noble and Honourable Eric the Radiant of Piddletrenthide on the Carpet Get your Peculiar Aristocratic Title

Don your crown, grab your sceptre and you girls throw on your ermine cloaks. My Lords. Ladies. Honourables. Let's give this park a Right Royal Going Over.






Pawfect. A red carpet put out for our visit. Don't forget to wave to the adoring crowds when you see them.



Now the entrance to the park entrance is a mile long, lined on each side with a row of towering chestnut trees. They are in full blooming lovely bloom right now.



Behind the Chestnut Trees on both sides are avenues of Lime trees.



Blimey. Sort of, umm, limey. Let's wag down the avenue and sneak a peak at the dear little deers.





These deers are the direct descendants of the ones King Henry put into the park all those years ago in the year 1529. Dog-a-blogging amazing. Now you! Yes! You! Gun Dogs! Show some respect boyzs. No taking pot shots at the deers. Remember they leave us such nice little presents. Lip smacking lovely. I'm very partial to a poop or two. Are you?

These are the little fallow deers.With astonishingly big ears.





The dear Moms hide their Bambi's in the ferns.



Tell me. Is this tree tall or is me so small?
Everywhere amazing space! The park is over 5 miles square with too much to wag over to today.There's fountains, streams, ponds, gardens, rabbits, stags and the magical white deers. I'll bring you here again in the summer.



Shall we ? Do a bit of bark in? Tee hee!



Or do some rock and roll?



Climb these big logs ?



Or goof around being dogs? Here's one of the adoring crowds (oh,this one's shy)



Noses to the ground. Let's sniff out these memorials.



Pawfect place for them. Do you agree?



Jeepers! Forgot we had transport laid on to get you all home. Thanks for wagging with me, Eric Square Dog. Safe journey.