Wet

The oldies seem to have some sort of water fixation this week. Just because I didn't fancy the sea the other day they went and threw me in the bath this morning!

Smelly shampoo and a good brushing............my street cred is in tatters and to top it all, my ASBO has run out!

I know I'm a gun dog and should be specialising in collecting water fowl but I really hate being wet. I heard Mum and young Gareth earlier, discussing putting some gel on my fringe..............absolutely no way!

It's Cool!

I've had such a busy day. Dad took me as far as the sea this morning but I still don't like it. There was a pool thingy with some wriggly things in that looked quite interesting but I didn't dare put my feet in. Mum says that I'm a real mardy.

Now that the weather has changed a little I'm allowed out at tea-time to share Mum and Dad's walk about. We went to the Church Square and I ran around with Charlotte and little Lottie. I was also introduced to a lady who looked after me when I was first born. I don't remember her because I was a tiny baby but I did overhear that no-one seems to know where my birth parents are. I do hope that Oscar and Libby are as happy as I am.

I'm well wrecked now and had to be wakened up for my ten o'clock walk. Back to bed for me.............night night x

Cockies

Mum said that Auntie Shona emailed yesterday to ask why I hadn't been blogging of late. It isn't my fault as they hog the computer all day and I can't get a look in!

Dad took me for my usual walk tonight. We always go just before the ten o'clock news and I wait patiently by the door until my lead turns up. Someone had left a drain cover up and loads of cockies were running about. I chased a couple and pawed them but I drew the line at catching them in my mouth. Horrid nasty things which are almost as bad as cats!

Mum went off to see Sue today. She hasn't been too well and Mum is popping in to keep her company. I cried because I want her to myself. Dad says that she's leaving me for a whole week soon to go to England on a plane. What will I do without her...............please stay home, Mum.

Naughty Dog

I know they never leave me for long and I struggle with the hot pavements but I get so bored on my own. I've been trying to get out this week by scratching the walls and although I tried to look innocent, a pile of white plaster gave me away. No 'Good Girl' biscuits for me.

At least I managed to stop Mum taking a photo. How embarrassing would that be?

Grub

The oldies are having a bit of a row about my feeding habits. I've always had dried food which is in my dish all day long but Mum decided to treat me to some tinned dog food the other week. I only get a little bit for my supper but it has been enough to put me off the other stuff.

Dad says that I'm losing weight and it has to stop. There is only one loser around here!

Annoying!

I have an infection in my ears and they need cleaning out and drops shoved in twice a day. I´m really enjoying leading Mum a merry dance and it´s so funny watching her trying to drag me out from under the sofa. Who wouldn´t hide away when they know they are about to be tortured?

We went off to the clinic this morning for my check up and it was my favourite vet................the young, pretty one who calls me ´chicatita´. We had a bit of rough and tumble on the floor and then she had a look into my ears. It seems that Mum hasn´t been doing it right and they are still in a bit of a pickle (hee hee!). She was really miffed when I sat still and let the vet sort them out!

Stupidly, I forgot that it would be Mum´s turn tonight. She isn´t as daft as she looks though and promised me a couple of biscuits if I was good. How could I resist?

I´m Beautiful

Dad took a photo whilst I was telling Mum all about my visit to the hairdressers.

It was a little scary being driven off by a strange lady and I had a bit of a panic having to leave my Mum. To be honest I really enjoyed my cut and blow dry and all the pampering which went along with it.

I overheard Candice telling Dad how good I was..........no muzzle and no harness. Four hours away from home isn´t bad at all. Roll on the next time!