​My Dear Subjects

A life of service and duty can be hard, one appreciates that you may not understand, however to give of oneself and ask for nought in return, can be exhausting , it's been a week! 
One was required to attend a noise making session with my private secretary. She  was playing what I can only describe as half a wooden bone with strings attached, howling out Careless Whisper apparently!  In attendance was a republican,  Lionel the Springer spaniel,  one can only assume he feels his old age and the fact it is his residence, takes precedence,  he gave me a few sniffs then retired to his bed, he showed no  reverence.

The daily promenades were at times in torrential rain and hardest of all,  no visit to my Bea and Issy,  I trust they cope without me. 

At last,  Nuts day arrived. Once in the room, I rushed through my usual routine in preparation for the main event, rehearsing  the current piece. Alas this was not to be.  One must comprehend,  at times the creative process can be humbling. In particular, improvisation. It requires saying yes and to invite in all players,  yawn,  stretch  and  a quick scratch;  needs must! Today, the canine Roger Moore,  moi, was surplus to requirements (Roger joked his acting was raise left eyebrow, then raise right eyebrow). A chance  for slumber; during my repose, rehearsal continued.
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On that note, one feels the need to take a dog nap. Until we meet again,  keep your tails wagging. 

Bentley 

Hello, and welcome to my page.

 First, let me introduce myself.  My name is Bentley Bentayga V8, I'm  14 years young, a king ( more about that later) and therefore I'm the leader of this pack. Not sure, how they coped without me, however,  since I joined Nuts, over 2 years ago,  I've been keeping the big dog ( the two leggers call Gerald) and the troop focused; on me. 
Week to week,  I will be giving a dog's eye view of the Company and share a little of my life.
There are many roles that I fulfil within the company and I  find it best having a weekly routine. Firstly, when  I enter, I ensure that the carpet has been thoroughly sniffed, before the pack tread  the  boards. Time is then taken to visit everyone,  maybe they need help with their lunch,  need to give me a cuddle and I know giving my belly a rub gives them much pleasure.  I  must admit this can be hard work and whips up my appetite so it's time to throw my kibble on the floor so I can select the tastiest morsels,  have a quick drink and then support the Big Dog deliver the weekly news.  Giving my neck a scratch makes him so happy and keeps him on track. 
Once it's time for any acting,  this is where I come into my own.  My inner Border Collie comes out! Standing behind a performer ensures they hit their mark, can't have them standing just anywhere.  If not,  I'm a trip hazard,  needless to say they won't do that again. If they are having trouble remembering their lines,  I find personal intimate grooming does the trick.  Once their embarrassment, and the laughter, fades they soon remember!  I fill in if someone is absent,  occupying their space and posing like the Sphinx,  a little cock of the head here,  a little cock of the head there   job's a good'un.  How hard is this acting malarky! Anyway,  once I'm sure they know what they're doing,  it's time for a well earned rest; a good leader knows when it's time to step back.

As King and Sovereign,  I have my staff.  My private secretary, Jocelyn, who insists on calling herself “ Mum" is also Treasurer and Master of my household and as per her role she has found my personal staff,  my Super Equerries Bea and Issy. Apparently,  the  fact I insist Jocelyn's hands sole purpose are for my bidding ( she doesn't have the stamina), means Bea and Issy are fortunate  to be graced with a weekly audience from  moi, my residential retreat.  There will be the odd mention of my staff so best I mention them now. 

Well,  my dear subjects,  bashing away at the keyboard has tired out my paws, so until next time have a woofingly good week. 
Bentley ​