Likes: Fetching my ball! Barking! Kissing Mummy, Nana and Grandad!
Pet-Peeves: Noises, especially fan oven and vacuum cleaner!
Favorite Toy: Ball!
Favorite Food: Chicken! And choc drops! Nyum nyum!
Favorite Walk: Lees Road forest, Ennis, Ireland
Best Tricks: Rolling over, doing anything for sweeties (doggie choc drops!)
Arrival Story: I ended up in a really scary, smelly place when I was four months old. I think it was like some kind of doggie prison where doggies are sent when they're not wanted. I don't really remember much before I went there but I don't ever remember being a naughty girl. Anyway, I was sitting in a room with lots of other dogs when this really nice lady came and looked through the window - she asked for me to be taken out to meet her! I ran up and down the corridor a bit and played with her, she even picked me up and kissed me. Then she said she was taking me home with her! I was so happy! She said she was my new Mummy and she bought me my first ever bed, some tasty food, a new collar and leash, and a TOY, which I had never had before!
We had snow last night! Ok, this isn't snow of biblical proportions, just Irish snow. A small little flurry that froze over. If any snow sticks at all it's a major crisis here, BOL!
Mummy left some bird seed out on the garden table for the birdies. And I helped her by skidding around on the decking barking up at the birdies in the trees behind my house. COME AND GET IT! BREAKFAST IS SERVED! BARK! BARK! BARK! BARK! BARK!
Now I am sitting in my kitchen armed with my binoculars and Irish Wild Birds book, observing those birdies coming and going and writing little notes in my birdy book. I am a little disappointed at the number of no-shows for my birdy breakfast event though. Anyone would think those birdies were scared to come into my garden or sumfin'. Whatever.....................
When Mummy got up earlier, she went off doin' her groomin' stuff in da bathroom while I waited patiently. An' waited. An' waited. When she eventually came back, she bent down for a kissy and a cuddle. PHEW! WHAT A STINKY BREATH! Seriously, there was a deluge of stinky minty fumes makin' my lil' Cleopatra eyes water! What did I do to deserve dat? Why can't dese hoomans groom themselves properly? Why can't they have sweet smellin' breath like us doggies (and some of dem kittsies)?
I'll have to start leaving subtle hints. Like the odd bit of bacon in the bathroom. Or some doggie bikkies on the bed. Anything at all to make dat stinky breath better. I'm sure it will take a considerable amount of time to recover from this assault on my doggy senses!
My Mummy has accused me of trying to kill her! She put this exact post on her book of faces thingy today!
"I had a most undignified wake up earlier, finding my face somewhere under the hound's tail. I don't particularly want my death cert to contain the words "smothered", "dog" or "arse", thanks very much!"
First Mummy, I did not try to "smother" you. Besides, you are the hand that feeds me and I don't bite your hand cos I know on which side my bread is buttered.
Second, you know when you're lying in bed I like to snuggle up to you for warmth. I kinda reverse until I find you and then snuggle down against you. Well last night I went downstairs for a little drinky of water and I kinda got disorientated in the darkness and kinda reversed into your face. Sorry 'bout that but your fault cos there was no light on to guide my reversing an' stuff.
Third, I think it was really rude of you to jump up outta bed as suddenly as you did. You know I like to be woken up gently with cuddles and belly rubs. And the fright of something moving under my butt, especially on a Sunday morning - well I'm sure you can imagine I am still traumatised.
So the only way you can make this is up to me is:
1. Make a public apology to me on that book of faces of yours. I do have hooman friends too and my public reputation is very important to me!
2. Make a public apology to me on Dogster so I can be vindicated by my peers.
3. Buy a year's supply TOMORROW of Pedigree Dentastix, Choc Drops and rubber balls. Otherwise the consequences will be dire. I am looking for suggestions from my Dogster pupsie pals as to what your punishment might be before we have to stop doing our diary entries here (sob!)