Trauma

What an awful experience. Mum and I went out to meet Dad from work this afternoon and ended up being attacked by two dogs.

We noticed them sitting outside the Internet shop but didn´t think much about it until they charged at us. They were tied together............one at each end of a length of rope. I was a real wimp and howled whilst they were biting me. Mum tried to pick me up but the rope was wrapped around her legs. She did manage to make enough noise to attract the owner who came strolling out of the shop and rounded up the dogs without even apologising. Wow, did Mum go! I heard as far as ´stupid cow´ before I closed my ears.

It took a little while for us to settle but we are ok now. I´ve never come across nasty dogs before and might be a bit more wary next time.

Not My Fault.............Honest!

What is PMT? Mum says that I have it and keeps muttering about sending me to K9. That´s a place where dogs live if they haven´t a Mum and Dad. She doesn´t mean it really because she gave me a big cuddle earlier and said that she loved me to bits!

How can she blame me for ripping her book apart? She was the one who left it on the bed!

Mum´s Birthday

I´m not totally sure what it means but it seems that I get one in July. Dad was working so I took her to Bar San Juan for a couple of hours this afternoon. So many people turned up.......Dave, Caron, Charlotte, Maz and Bernard, Joan and Kevin, John, Gavin, Hayley and Lottie............I can´t remember the rest but we had such fun.

Twenty-two messages online and loads on the mobile...........everyone loves my Mum.

I found a friend called Tia. She´s a French Bulldog.........black and white with funny pointy ears. A little immature at five months but we chased around for a while and I pointed out the pros and cons of living with parents. She was well grateful and we´ve arranged to meet again soon.