Greetings, Manor Hors! Periodically, "The Roving Pecker" presents urgent missives from filthy esteemed guest writers. Today's is from D'Hermitage! ------------------------------------- Did you know? The Pets of Peckerwood Manor have long kept secret diaries, and no one has known what they've been writing. Until now! Lucky for you, I stole some pages from a few and can now share their hush-hush scribbles:  FROM THE DIARY OF SCOUT: "Normally, I don’t get unduly agitated before 10am, but I had to attend a funeral last month - mobster related, thus the glamour scarf early in the day. I cannot say more than that. However, there was spaghetti served after the funeral and it must be discussed! The meatballs in it were dee-vine, so I told everyone: 'Look! Bacon!' and a race ensued…in the opposite direction. Thanks for the tip, Nubs (of the House of Baconette). Recall rocks! And spaghetti!" FROM THE DIARY OF ABBIE:  "Me and dad usually play char...

  Not Abbie, but look at that face? Abbie is the cutest puppy sweetie. Welcome to the Manor, Abbie! You make me smile daily, and I am happy to watch you grow. You are lucky to have such a devoted Daddy. You found each other, and it is obviously a love match. I look forward to the day when you get to play with Scout, our other very special mini Aussie. I love this breed, and I love your new baby.