They can’t type. It’s a problem with having big, splodgey Bassety paws.

And they’ve no typewriter either.

So Bella, Lola, Lottie and Rufus have nominated me as their typist person.

This is our first blog. A dog blog.

We are nosetothegound and they are hounds, three Basset Hounds and a little Fauve de Bretagne, and I am their hooman.

I make most appearances in life strewn with dog hair and a light coating of slobber. We own two washing machines…

Here are some things you probably won’t mind knowing.

Bella and Lola are six years old and full-blood Basset Hound sisters. They are rather haughty, rarely naughty and earn their keep as Pets As Therapy cuddlers.

Lottie is three. We sang Happy Woofday to her on her birthdays because she had a perilous start to life. She is a Basset Fauve de Bretagne and when we rescued her, she understood.

And Rufus. Well Rufus is a plonker and at the minute he is a sex manic-humpy-rumpy-hound. He’s a lover, a kisser, a stink-puffer.

We are our own mutual appreciation club – but we thought we’d like to share.