After lots of meetings and discussions, the directors of Pawz have decided I could be adopted and remain the Pawz For Thought Mascot. They sent me a special adoption form. I had to agree to let John adopt me and be less grumpy. John had to agree to make sure he does not burn the sausage's and to give me lots of treats. I got a special gold adoption logo just for me, I am now officially Grumpy Bobby Taylor. The only bad thing is the Mop is my brother now.

To every furend who has supported me and human friends you have all been just pawsome, thank you from the bottom of my grumpy little heart.

To celebrate I flew to New York and went to the Rainbow Rooms to party with furends from around the world.

This beautiful lady is Nessa we were introduced by Martha and were drawn to each other at once, we danced the night away with all our furends. We did not speak much as Nessa could understand very little English and I woof English only, but it did not matter, I do hope we meet again.

You must admit I scrub up well, and as Martha pointed out since my adoption I do look younger.

Thank you to Petey for organising the whole evening as ever it was a huge success.