About time i added a new diary entry it's only been 2 year's

Well time flies when your having fun,its been 2 long year's since my last entry so here we are me and the sheila that types for me .
Now where to start hmmmm from memory and mines sharp trust me i think the last entry was on my staffy patrol a job im not too keen on in the winter month's but in summer not a problem,im good at it too real good,i let everyone in people and critters of all shapes n sizes crim's and friends people i dont know come one come all !!!
That damn fur ball with 10 inch nails is still here,Kitty the free loading lazy blow in from a few years ago that was on a visiting visa and stayed , it cruises around my castle like it owns the show attitude to the max, but hey i get my own back so it's all good besides she can be a sweetheart when it suits her.
Ive been away on holidays a few times since my last entry usually up to the beach in northern NSW to my nans she spoils my ass i live like a king lifes hard at the top.
Not much more at the moment to report but i will endeavour to add regular entrys ............. Catch ya on the flip side Mr Floyd

Staffy patrol at mr floyds

Hello hello hello, yes it's me Mr Floyd you can all sit back down now take a load off.It's been quiet a long time since ive had a diary entry if i could type i would be here 24/7 but my nails kinda get caught in between the key's on mummys keyboard.Chasing that sheila up to do an entry was like tryin to get blood out of a stone but after much persuasion a few sloppy kisses and a cute smile (did i tell you i have a smile to die for) she relented and with me callin the shot's started typing.Geez how hard can it be im the one doin all the talking she just has to push the keys and thankgod thats all she has to do (little insight into my mum she has a very small filter between her brain and her mouth) but hey im not complaining beggars cant be choosers right !
Well now onto the goss and meanderings of the one and only Mr Floyd its Thursday the 8th May 2008 the sun is shining,the birds are singing and lifes good.I just checked my diary for the day and it looks like a cruisey one,im usually flat out in the backyard on staffy patrol and let me tell you thats no easy task just ask any staff you dont get 5 minutes to yourself,its either chasing the birds (they leave their calling cards all over the back porch and mum cracks it i agree with her there though,just one card per 100 birds would suffice i mean they all have the same bloody name Keeping an eye out at the gate to see who is in the hood and repeatedly asking Kitty who's there yessssssss its still here much to my dismay but we sorta worked out a little peace offering i get free massages and she gets a little longer on her visa after all she is just visiting .The garbos just been noisey sort of fella and late neva on time .Dads up n about had a cuppa smoke and pee now his laying on my futon watchin a dvd, man im over tellin them its my peace out zone not theirs after all im the one working 10 hr day's.Mmmm an aroma is wafting thru the air it's lunch time pleasssse my tummy thinks my throat has been cut breakfast seems like a world away mums got no perception of time well not in the staffy world,i should have come with a handbook when it comes to feeding your staffordshire its like (my rules) once or twice every 4 hr's and liberally.
The furry rat that stalks the house has pulled up a bit of window sill and is sunning its fur coat,speaking of which i have put a request in for a new one mine has a couple of holes in it,i disgussed this with the furry rat n she pulled me quietly aside n said "you idiot your suppose to have 2 holes in you coat" do i really need to explain why and what for pffft i have zero tolerance for kittys with big mouths that think they know everything i indeed knew all this i was just checking she was on the same page as moi.Yep the big fellas (daddy) in the kitchen im tryin sooo hard to see whats on the menu but hey staffys come in all shapes n sizes and i lucked out in the long leg department but make up for it in sex appeal .Thennnn what i was waiting for the voice yes the voice it was mum asking me if i would like fish cocktails (i quickly tried to warrant the furball to another part of my castle away from temptation she loves fish yanno and im not in the mood for sharing a table with that little no it all) chicken dim sims its not breast fillet as ive grown so accustomed to but it will do and chips leave them out boring strips of nothing unless mummy brings the sour cream out of course.I might have to add a few things im thinking to the weekly shopping list a couple of kilo of cheese wouldnt go astray mate thats just doggy heaven.Well ive sniffed out a nice warm sunny nook to lay my weary bones for the rest of the day,so much to do and such little time until my next entry keep smiling as we staffys do ....Mr Floyd

long time no entry

Hi all dogster pal's and kin.
Well mums finally decided to get her lazy tushy up and at the monitor to do a diary entry form me given its only been like 6 mnths now,she has been busy though so all is forgiven.

Now update on how my household is goin to when the last entry was added
That furry thing that was real tiny that mummy found up a tree is still here,but hey she is my best friend we play all day but damn she has got a set of nails on her and the fur ball trys to swim in my wine glass,go figure that 1,she is a bit short on brains that kitty but im not sayin anything to mum cause the treats kitty gets at times taste better than mine so alls sweet heheh.
Dad does nightshift so i have to choose my words really carefully after 5pm of a weekday (when he leaves 4 work) cause im the only male stuck ere with 2 simple sheilas and 1 of them sheilas is a baby lion and doesnt take crap from anyone she doesnt meow she growls so then its time for me to busy myself in another part of my castle.. to be continued

Damn Alien's

Hello "Mr Floyd" here and the secretary (typing) I bet you all thought I had gone AWOL well I’ve been here but the sheila that feeds me hasn’t had time to update the ramblings in the life of Floyd and let me tell you have I had some ramblings of late.
You know those furry, piddling little overgrown rats they call pussies well mummy found one didn't she and I think it sux big time.
The filthy little thing has been here a week now and I yes MEEEEEEEEE have sorta taken a back seat in regards to the pecking order, it’s really tiny and very young so mummy sorts it out before she sees to my need's and there are many (for me) as I’ve told you all before im high maintenance. The kitty is goin to the vets (hehehe) to see if she has a microchip damn alien thing it is and if someone owns her im rid of her (yeehaa) if not well gawd I dunno what the folks are going to do, they better liase with me before any major decisions are made about the kitty’s new home cause im not I repeat nooot sharing my nest with a damn alien fur ball that wants to eat me. I rule the roost and she just cant seem to get a grip on that, my sorry butt gets thrown out the back door every morning and the alien rocks round my house like she owns the show.dont get me wrong she is cute (I didn’t tell you that) but damn her nails man are like a freaking chainsaw and they aren’t getting any where near my tushie if I can help it.
Another thing those norty birdies are getting nortier and attitude wow they top the class in that department, as if the nibblies and wine mummy puts out side for me aren’t enough the freeloaders they have taken to walkin right in to the kitchen and helpin themselves to my rations in there as well, I work hard for my keep and they well they just fly round all day without a care in the world while im sloggin it out doin staffy patrol, they talk about me I know they do, I have confirmed they deliberately hone in on Mr Floyd's snacks a little birdie told me so and they think im simple to boot go figure dun make any sense to me I mean just because I’ve had a few misadventures in the past don’t mean im mentally challenged now does it .
As I say why have a dog and bark yaself (I don’t fully understand that saying) but it sounds good hey? and im the man just ask me.....
"Mr Floyd" xxxx

Hi groover's....

Well was i flat out like a lizard drinking water this past weekend,ya see my favourite uncle and his gorgeous gal and all the ruggies came to stay over at my house and we had a hoot.I havent seen uncle Jim since newyear's eve(i dont know if he remembers seeing me then ) he was in party mode as i was but his getting a little ummm shall we say more maturer and the brain cells arent as sharp as they outta be but hey im nooooot complaining he still gets the pecking order at my house right (me 1st ) then everything else.
The ruggies played ball,and chasings all sorts of put some effort in games with me and to be honest i thought i mighta blown a fuse or two with all that physical stuff going on but i pulled up ok this morning.Yanno not only was i excited to see uncle Jim but other parts of me were too and i couldnt control myself,its some sort or involuntary body movement and i think mummy and daddy should take me to a therapist (not laugh at me) i get embarrassed but uncle Jims leg doesnt seem to mind either so i figure im let off the hook.We had bbq's on the weekend so mummy said this morning i had a tasty choice of snacks today while she is at school,breakfast is vegemite toast and day snaxs is sausage's sausages and more sausages,im gona find that bloke who invented them and ask him to slow up,i'll end up lookin like a sausage before much longer.
Staffy patrol and heaps to do this monday,im getting a little headache stressing about the birdys cause they now bring along all their friends and not only have i got my bones but i got 2 dozen cooked sausages as well to protect i think i need an assistant,so im gona sweet talk the folks for 1.
Anyway im off to put together a plan of attack (aww did i say attack) i meant action and try and eliminate my feather problem....
Any one with any ideas feel free to message me as all will be considered and appreciated.... Mr Floyd and his Mummy (DADDYS AT WORK earning big bucks to keep me in the lifestyle im accustomed too) Im high maintenance

Here it is ...

Hello all (bows)..
Well another diary entry and it's about time too im thinkin,mummy should organise herself better and get with the program after me everything else is first.
Mummy has missed a few days as she has just gone back to school so she politely asked me if it was ok to do entry's 3 times per week,shucks when you see you mummy practically begging for your forgivness how can you say no,a word i dont like it makes me shudder.
Well the days have been rather boring doin the staffy patrol,no robbers or headcases in the hood of late,well not that ive seen(i tend to nod orf for short durations) but shhhhhhhhh mummy and daddy havent got a clue and hey i rule the roost if they wanna fight about my duty as chief staffy patrol dog they have another thing coming , bring it on ...
I have been gettin wonderful drool material breakys of late prolly because my folks are gone most of the day but we still have our family bonding sessions morning and night.The birdys i was telling you about that free load on my bones have sorta ganged up on me ,im sure they think im stoopid but im just waiting my chance and they are gona get a stern talkin to you mark my word's,they work in gangs im out numbered and the ratio of birds per bones is phenomonal,i only have 4 little legs ,ad all theirs up and sheesh i lose count,plus their arms are magical they lift them up to where i cant reach,so i have a backup plan,my uncle mark aunty deb and cousins ash and the cute guy have told daddy they might get an italian greyhound and if so he will be coming for visits to my house hence this is where i enforce the heavy artillery have u seen the legs on dem dare doggy's they have stilts i swear,so the birdys can smile all they like they are livin on borrowed time i tell ya,ive modified the saying D DAY to B Day.Mummys a bit cut with me tonight because i chose to dine on her bed well our bed to be precise and the fat and grease off the meat has sorted taken up residense in our bed to,but ya get that mummy will get over it(im hoping) or its chopped liver for breaky and im hoping it aint mine....sweet dreams all Mr Floyd

Busy house

Hello...

My mummy is going to update my diary as soon as time permitts,she is busy at the moment and my nails are in desperate need of a trim ( slack mummy hey ) besides my spelling is not at its best as im only 18mnths old.

So see you all soon hopefully by the weekend with a complete update of a day in the life of Mr Floyd..

Day 9 Ramblings

Hello everyone,not much happening here today breaky wasnt of much interest (vegemite on a muffin) and some marinated steak my daddy put in my bowl last night,dunno how i missed it then but i was a little sleepy at the time.Aunty and Uncle came over to see me for a while and i managed a kiss from both of them...it's good to be popular,after they left i cruised to the shops with mummy and got milk and cigarettes (filthy habit i tell you) hurts too when it gets in my peepers.Lunch was cool today i had a toasted sandwhich with the works cheese ham etc went down well.Napped for wot seemed an eternity as mummy was busy doin stuff for dads work so i was left to amuse myself and i tell ya theres better places to play than in my head so sleep seemed the sensible thing to do.I was awoken by a loud knock at the front door and yesssssssssss a visitor for me again aunty (another 1) had come to play and we had a hoot.Well its 5 pm and im anxiously awaiting my daddys arrival home with the big truck i lurve goin in the big truck i can see for miles and miles and it makes me feel spesh cause im bigger than everyone else.

Day 8.....

Morning everyone...
Well this morning im sitting with my mummy reflecting back on my sister's short but happy life (miss olivia),she was a himalayan kitty and is featured on catster,mummy and i decided to dedicate a page in her memory.My human brother's brought her for mummy when she was 8 weeks old as my pa had not long passed away and mothers day was nearing,it made mummy and nanny very happy.Miss Ollie has only been on the site for a couple of hr's now and has made lots of furry friend's some still with us and other's with her at rainbow bridge.Yanno how some kitty's just breeze thru ya life well she has left her paw print on my heart im sure she would just adore me like i do her.
Mummy told me miss ollie got a disease a lot of kitty's succumbe to and that its called "Acute Renal Failure" she was just 5 yr's old and a stunner ,damn she had 1 of the best fur coats ive ever seen and crystal blue eye's.I know she is watching over us and will be waiting patiently for us when it's our time at Rainbow Bridge....

A Poem For My Sister.... Miss Olivia

I will not stand at your grave and weep
You are not there you do not sleep
You are a thousand winds that blow
You are the diamond glints on snow
You are the sunlight on ripened grain
You are the gentle autums rain
When i awaken in the mornings hush
You are the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight
You are the soft stars that shine at night
I will not stand at your grave and cry
For you are not there ,you did not die.....Mr Floyd(your loving brother)

Day 7 ramblings

Howdy,
Scored a sleep in today just pretended to be asleep when dad left at the crack of dawn and mum didnt wake up until 8am sweet.
I rock out to the kitchen right behind mum i know the order ,jug girls room,and then me... Breaky menu wow i spend a few minutes goin over all the different choices today vegemite toast,last nights left over chicken or fresh steak and after much deliberation i opt for the steak,my belly was beginning to think that my throat had been cut .
I get to go for a cruise with mummy to the shops and see a puss i get a bit carried away when i see them critters,and mum must have caught sight of me out the corner of her eye and i got a stern talking to,she thinks i wanna eat them pussys but i dont i just wana play tugowar or something fun with them.
On returning home i see my sisters car in our front yard and cant wait to get greet her she is after all my favourite sister(only 1 i have) and she is excited to see me i just know it after leavin a litre or 2 of slobber on her i set off to stocktake the bones and yep after counting they r all still there.
My brothers (rats) wont come out and say hello this morning they sometimes get in a mood so i just leave em to it and wait until they snap out of it (their loss).Its nearly 1 pm and still no lunch i dunno wot my mum thinks it is im a growing boy and i need food glorious food ,im in the kitchen watching mum make a coffee and think gawd a mans not a camel,she reads my mind i tell you i get fresh water and chicken then a choc chip cookie.Sleep is high on my agenda for the afternoon as mums on the computer doin stuff for daddys business and i need to catch up on some zzzz's anyways.