The Hound of Satan

A movement at the end of the garden caught my eye.  A brief flash of colour running along the top of the wall. That’s a strange-looking cat, I thought, but […]

Bock’s Dog Knocked Down

The Hound of Satan got run over and I’m afraid the news isn’t good. He survived. I was changing a wheel on the Bockmobile, so I didn’t see it happening, […]

My Dogs

I have two small dogs: Satan and Dermot. Satan is a Jack Russell, highly intelligent, faithful and brave, with the heart of a lion. Satan is clean and never, ever […]

My Dog, Satan

It’s very difficult to own a dog. Very. It’s hard. Dogs demand a great amount from their owners, and anyone who tries to tell you that pets lower your blood […]

Working dogs

I opened the fridge to get something for the dinner and it was – well, you know the way fridges get when you haven’t cleared them out in about six […]


I was telling you a few weeks ago that I got a new dog. Dermot. Well, you’ll be glad to know that Dermot is fine. He’s still growing and now […]

Our new puppy

The Bullet went off out the country someplace and came back with a small dog. “It’ll be great,” he says. “Satan’s terrier will love him.” “Satan’s terrier will fucking eat […]