Good we don't do chewing gum

Changi Airport, Singapore

We are spending a few comfortable hours in Changi Airport, Singapore, on our way home to Merry England, or Mud Island as we have heard a few whinging Africans call it. So it rains a little in the UK. Well, prehaps more than a little. And so it gets dark early in winter time - haven't humans ever heard of daylight bulbs for the lights?

This airport is very tidy. We are having to hide in our master's backpack because we think that they would have a Chinese hissy-fit here if they saw two important looking Jack Russells (well, we are important - we are Zack and Daisy) investigating the lovely flower beds and indoor trees they have here.

Did you know that chewing gum and bubble gum are actually banned here. Yes, banned. You can go to prison for walking through customs chewing the old Wrigleys! Well maybe not prison unless you are a repeat offender - but the fine is pretty steep. Yikes. Imagine forgetting to swallow the old gumball in your mouth and landing up with a $1000 US fine, and then get some community work on top of that. No wonder Singapore is tidy. We wonder what they do to little doggies like us, who often can't find a public convenience tree in a secluded spot?

Marmite vs Vegemite

Toast Mountain Climbing - Daisy Reaches The Summit

We thought we might end up being toast ourselves, because we were a bit rude to He Who Must be Obeyed in our last posting.

But he's a good sport, and saw the funny side of it. Here in Australia they eat Vegemite which is a spread made from yeast and the carcasses of dead Australians. Their website says it has been proudly made Down Under since 1923.

They reckon it is better than Marmite, but we know better. It isn't. Marmite on toast is like a delicious savoury bite of heaven. Vegemite is bitter and has the subtle background flavour of grilled inner tubes.

Marmite, they reckon, has been made since 1680, Bruce! They did not call it Marmite then, but even so, the first Marmite factory was started in 1902. Put that in your pipe and smoke it, Sheila!

Yessiree! Our master needs to shed some weight

Oh, we know which side of the bread is buttered ... and give our great and powerful master half a chance, he will probably eat it before we can say 'cat at nine o'clock'.  He is swanning around eastern Australia this week, and this time he rememebered to bring us along. We have almost forgiven him for not taking us to the USA a couple of weeks ago. He wouldn't take us swimming in the sea on Sunday afternoon - muttered something about big sharks and what great shark-bait little doggies can make. Anyway, his lordship got a bit too much sun and came back looking pink and uncomfortable.

We found this Special K stuff in the apartment, and placed it strategically where he would see it. Seemed to have worked, because he chose it over the Cocoa Pops. Did you know that all the honey almond Special K made recently has been recalled. Wonder why?

Did you hear about the Listener Clubs for the Spotlight radio programmes? Sounds like they are really taking off. Have a look here for more details.

G'day little doggies

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Boy oh Boy are we excited.

We are going somewhere we have not been before. Queensland, Down Under! Thats Australia, mate! And what's more, we are getting to go on a brand new Airbus A380, the doubledecker bus of the skies. Beaches, crows to chase, hot weather, warm rain ... what a change from miserable old England for a week or so.

And our owner thinks of everything for us - he got us a ride in this miniature (our sized) model of the Airbus in preparation. We hear there is an onboard doggy parlour and heated kennels on the A380.

Are we famous?

We (that is Zack and Daisy, the terrific Jack Russells who what write this dogblog) had nothing to do with this bus advertising. We would not have even thought of it ourselves, but obviously we have our fans.

Maybe you can keep an eye out for this serious bit of hero worship on a bus near you, and report any sightings. This one was seen in West Sussex, but who knows how far it has spread.

We are flattered of course, because we are just humble little terriers. We just need a warm and dry place, some rats and birds to chase, and lots of attention, to be happy. Mind you, our globe trotting is raising our profiles - watch out Simon Cowell.

Actually we don't mind Simon, because he really loves doggies like us. Good on you, Simon.