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Howdy doody my good people, it's Ady here, the refined fraulien, from Hamburg(er).
Following the sad passing away of my bestest big brown buddy, Diesel, I have had to step into the breech, so to speak, and believe me if you saw his breeches well, let's just say I do not even touch the sides of them.

Big D the self appointed food expert, had been writing this column for five years, and there is no way anyone can replicate the big boy, so I shall try my bestest in my own way, to amuse you all.
Secret stash
While I have spent the past week sniffing around, and finding all his secret stashes, I discovered a few dog-eared works of art that he must have been working on.
Well some of you may call it art. To me, they look like a proper dog's breakfast.
Then others are merely ideas that he had percolating in that big head of his, and to give him a little credit I am just realising how smart he actually was. Here was me thinking he only used his head to keep his ears apart.
So as a tribute to my buddy, we will bring you, a few of his gems, from the Diesel files, and maybe run a few of his older classics. I do not know if I will be taking up this role permanently, as the big guy was the food fanatic. I am just a humble, lean mean retrieving machine, and I may have other fish to fry, or ducks to roast, (paws crossed), but until the dust to dust settles, let's enjoy some of these ‘Diesel Unplugged' yarns and ‘Diesels Greatest Hits'.
I guess asking for a live show is a little too much to expect, however, there is talk of a book and maybe a movie – Snoop Dogg can play the big fella, and I want to be Jennifer Aniston. I have heard she is a highly paid, over-rated bitch like me.
Enough let's get on with the show.
From the Diesel unpublished files; ironically this one talks about his good health:
How I stay in such great shape
Exercise is the key to staying in great shape and I'm a walking, talking example of that. Except of course I don't talk, that would just be silly having a talking dog.
Although I do write, and some of you seriously believe that to be true, so who knows, maybe you'd be suckered into the whole ‘talking dog' scenario?
Who knows? Anyway, I was following dutifully behind the boss on the bike the other day, panting with my tongue hanging out. Actually I wasn't panting that much, since he was on the spin bike, which is flash terminology for ‘exercycle'.
And I got thinking that this exercise isn't all that hard.
All you have to do is lie next to the bike on the floor of the spare room, taking care not to stick your nose in the spokes, and put up with the incessant tripe he watches on Discovery channel while he's pedalling. Between us we biked seven miles, burned 120 calories and surfed 14 Sky channels.
Now that's got to be good for you. I know I felt better after it, although the boss looked a little flushed. He has trouble keeping up with me these days, his age advancing and all that.
Getting on
Speaking (as some dogs do) about age, I've developed a few gray hairs and oddball lumps of my own, approaching 12. In fact a couple of my most pronounced lumps look more like a golf ball smuggling operation. It prompted Josh to comment recently that it looked like my testicles had migrated. Hmmf. Some of us were not amused. The less said about those long-lost appendages, the better.
My other favourite exercise is chasing the tennis ball. The best game is the one with the tennis ball on a string – the infamous old swingball. That way, I don't have to move too far – just wait for the ball to come around and make a calculated lunge at the right moment, and presto, we've got it. No need to go chasing around the tennis court, like I did in my youth – just wait for another round and there it is, dangling on a rope. How convenient.
Finally, the third exercise to top off my busy day is bird dog duties.
With acres and acres of mudflat around our place, hundreds of Canada Geese and the odd paranoid duck, there's endless scope for me to perform that most traditional of retriever duties – pointing.
That's right, you needn't leave the comfort of the lounge for this one, as long as someone has cleaned the wet nose smears off the ranch sliders so I can actually see out.
One merely takes a snooty, upper class stance with forefoot off the ground and tail straight out behind, and gaze intently in the direction of the game fowl. Think of it as a sort of canine tai chi.
It helps if you imagine you're a classy Red Setter or a stuck up German Short Haired Pointer oops, she heard me and now I'm in for the punishment. Darn I must remember not to think out loud.

Well that's all for this week, but before I go, I better mention Big D's mate the Aussie butcher boy from Gate Pa, where the best meat in town is to be had.
Easy sausage penne
Ingredients
4-6 beef flavoured sausages
500g penne shaped pasta
1 jar tomato pasta sauce

Method
Cook pasta to al dente. Cook sausages, slice and add to pasta sauce. Serve over penne with a sprinkling of parmesan cheese.

Now I am going top have to train Johnny a little bit in the ways of us sauerkraut eaters, and that is to say I cannot get my fangs around those bloody big cannon bones you used to give him. A lamb cutlet or two will do nicely thanks! No worries though, just make sure you all get down and see him as it's just about steak and kidney pie time.
Cheers all.