On the Twenty-First of Bleptember this young doggo was very excited to see a field of goats. Goats! I like to interpret her expression as saying “OMG have you seen the thing that’s living in this field!?” An inquisitive and excited expression let down only slightly by the inevitable blep and by a tentacle of […]

It’s the Twentieth of Bleptember, and I still struggle to conceive of how it’s comfortable to lie down with not only your head but also 50% of your tongue lying flat on your soft, furry pillow. (This troublesome young lady stole and tried to eat a dry-wipe whiteboard pen yesterday. She’s fine, but it was […]

Even play-fighting isn’t an excuse for our bleppy dog to put her tongue away. Happy Nineteenth of Bleptember! Photo courtesy Lisa from Muddy Paws.

We took a longer-than-usual walk on this warm Eighteenth of Bleptember morning, and the doggle’s all tuckered-out.

Sofa Time is Best Time. Happy Seventeenth of Bleptember.

Sometimes you really want the apparel for a band or album to exist and it just doesn't. And so, not for the first time, I made my own...

Things lost by the eldest child by the end of her first two weeks of secondary school: - Art sketchpad - Art apron - Scientific calculator - Ruler - Pair of compasses - Class timetable (since rediscovered) - Umbrella - Shoes 🤯 I can't point fingers: I was at least as absent-minded myself. I must've driven my parents crazy, too.

It’s the Sixteenth of Bleptember, and our derpy doggle’s back from a playdate with her best friend… although you wouldn’t know how close they are from this picture, in which she seems to be blowing a raspberry at him as she walks away! Photo courtesy Lisa from Muddy Paws.

It’s the Fifteenth of Bleptember, and our young doggo has never looked so inelegant as when she lies on her back on the sofa with a dorky tongueful grin on her face.

This week we lost Internet access for two whole days, and it was pretty disruptive and annoying!

A lazy Sunday morning this Fourtheenth of Bleptember provides the perfect opportunity to dogpile onto a convenient nearby human… and gradually dampen their trouser leg with your blep.

Terence Eden's upset at Google's proposed changes to Android to further lock-down the ecosystem, and I'm concerned too.

It’s the Thirteenth of Bleptember, and the bleppy young pupper is watching television. She enjoys the shows with dogs, of course, but also the ones with other animals whose silhouettes stand out against the background, like birds in flight. All Creatures Great and Small is a particular favourite. Photo with thanks to the older child.

It’s the Twelfth of Bleptember, and our little blepper has tucked herself away tidily, wrapped up in her snuggly warm jumper, to hide from the torrential rain that’s beating down across Oxfordshire. Oh, and her tongue’s sticking out, of course.

When our doggo carries around her chew toy like this, I always think she looks a little like Winston Churchill with his cigar. If Churchill also wasn't able to stop blepping, that is! Happy Eleventh of Bleptember!

It’s the Tenth of Bleptember, and this doggo is desperately trying to stay awake in case the postman comes back or something else equally interesting happens, but I reckon she’s going to nod off any… second… now…

Sometimes, you just need a Long Nap and a Big Blep. Happy Ninth of Bleptember, Internet!

Found the younger child not-in-bed but dancing around his room, using his pyjamas as perhaps some kind of streamers or flags. Me: “Why aren’t you in bed?” Him: “I’m sorry; I got distracted by how amazing I am.” Hard to argue with that.

This post is secret; you can only find it via my RSS feeds (and places which syndicate them). It's okay to talk about it or link to it, though. Thanks for being part of RSS Club! By a convenience of dates, I can today count in exact months how long I’ve spent in each of […]

At the weekend I realaunched FreeDeedPoll.org.uk, fixing it after it recently broke and adding a ton of new features. And by the time I was going that far, I figured, I might as well make one of those video tutorials that are all the rage, too...

Suddenly, there was the noise of somebody walking on our driveway. The doggo woke up and stood, alert, ready to defend the house from intruders. Unfortunately in her haste she forgot to put her tongue away. Happy Eighth of Bleptember.

It’s the Seventh of Bleptember, and our dorky doggo has decided that this is somehow a comfortable position in which to take a nap.

A delightful walk through the grounds of Blenheim Palace to find a challenging geocache.

I am Doggle. See me Blep. Happy Sixth of Bleptember from this sofa-loving pupper.

It’s the Fifth of Bleptember, and our bleppy young lady is enjoying some reassurance that the team of tree surgeons working noisily on the other side of the road don’t pose any threat to her.

Today, for the first time ever, I simultaneously published a piece of content across five different media: a Weblog post, a video essay, a podcast episode, a Gemlog post, and a Spartanlog post. Must be about something important, right? Nope, it’s a meandering journey to coming up with a design for a £5 coin that […]

A vloggy video version of my blog post about Beer Tokens, for those who'd rather watch than listen or read.

Thanks to the success of The Hitch-Hiker's Guide To The Galaxy, we can never forget quite how much beer you used to be able to get for a fiver (plus an exceptionally-generous tip). Nowadays, it'll get you one pint, if you're lucky... and that offers us an exciting opportunity...

It’s the Fourth of Bleptember, but I couldn’t help but share a photo from the Third, when our dog just couldn’t find space for her tongue and her ball in her mouth at the same time… but soon found a workaround. Photo courtesy Lisa from Muddy Paws.

It’s the Third of Bleptember, and this routine-loving pupper is still confused by the fact that the elder child doesn’t come on the school-run morning walk any more, instead leaving early to catch the bus to her new school. Look at those big anxious eyes, poor thing!