Rosanna Teale

Rosanna Teale

I write character driven fiction which I started to publish five years ago in memory of my late husband. I have always written and had the publishing dream - still do! I live in Devon with Pickle and Scamp my blogging dogs.

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  • Rosanna Teale
    Published 3 months ago
    The View From the Dog House Pt 16

    The View From the Dog House Pt 16

    The view from the Dog House is very different to actually being in the dog house, and we are very much in the dog house just now. We have apparently committed a crime most heinous—so much so that we aren't even going to tell you what it is. Suffice to say that Herself is livid, and has told us our pedigree in no uncertain terms. We are the worst chaps in the history of Teale Towers apparently. If we weren't in her life, apparently she would be so much better off as we are not cheap to run.
  • Rosanna Teale
    Published 3 months ago
    The View from the Dog House Pt. 15

    The View from the Dog House Pt. 15

    We always remember Daddy's birthday even though he died five years ago when we were only two. Up to now, we have spent the week in which his birthday falls at the Bolthole, and had a quiet day during the course of which a bottle of champagne has bitten the dust. We, of course, are not boozy boys, but apparently Mr. Sweep, one of our predecessors, was very partial to a nip or two and on one notable occasion helped himself to someone's pint of beer whilst out in the pub. Apparently he also used to do the rounds when parties were held, helping himself from people's glasses. But not us!
  • Rosanna Teale
    Published 3 months ago
    The View from the Dog House (Pt. 14)

    The View from the Dog House (Pt. 14)

    Some people say "Rabbits, rabbits, rabbits" on the first day of the month for good luck. Others say "White rabbits, brown foxes," whilst there are some who say "Pinch, punch first of the month." It will come as no surprise we are sure, when we tell you that at Teale Towers we say all three. However, it has to be the first thing a chap says after midnight and unfortunately, we missed it this time around. Well these things happen when a chap gets preoccupied.
  • Rosanna Teale
    Published 3 months ago
    The View from the Dog House (Pt. 13)

    The View from the Dog House (Pt. 13)

    I, Scamp, the Pawsome one am mightily offended. I am told that I am going grey around the gills. I thought it was only fish who had gills? Going grey is for old people and I am only seven. O.K. - and a half but that is nothing! Even she who thinks she should be obeyed at all times isn't grey and she is ancient. But apparently my brown patches on my face are nearly white. They used to match the patch around my tail piece which is still vibrant thankfully, but what has happened to my face patches I can't imagine; maybe they just faded in all that sunshine.
  • Rosanna Teale
    Published 4 months ago
    The View from the Dog House (Pt. 12)

    The View from the Dog House (Pt. 12)

    Well obviously I was not going to let my brother Pickle hog the limelight, so listen up! Scamp has seized the platform!
  • Rosanna Teale
    Published 4 months ago
    The View from the Dog House (Pt. 11)

    The View from the Dog House (Pt. 11)

    I have commandeered this post, which means my brother Scamp, known to me sometimes as the Squirt, will probably follow suit with the next one. Where Pickle leads Scamp invariably follows. I like to think that I am the leader of the three of us. Unfortunately, so does Scamp on occasion, whilst Herself insists that she should be obeyed at all times and is therefore our illustrious leader. This produces potential problematicals. (JRT speak technical term.)