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Buffy's View

So much is new!

We have moved house! I am very glad because now I have 2 and a half acres to run on. I always thought that half acre was too small!

My kitty Cyrano likes it because the new house has a mezanine floor, where he can sit and survey the living romo with great grandeur. He even has his kitty-house up there so he can sleep in warmth and comfort and still know all that goes on below. I don't like it because he is too far away for me to bother!

We also have a new puppy in the house. She is a little black cannonball called Rosie. Mum says she is a breed called a Poopador. I think that is a joke because she looks just like a mini-me of my Grandma's Labradors. I like her because she is smaller than me and loves to play, and because I get to wreck all her toys. Mum says she is very proud of me for the way I have taken the puppy under my wing and looked after her. Apparently, I am supposed to be a puppy-eating monster, but I showed them! I even get grumpy if another dog is too rough with her!

Saint Buffy, that's what they should call me!

Snarfs,

Buffy

Winter again!

Boy, the days go quickly when you are a mature dog! Here it is, winter again!

Actually, I am seven now and mum says that means I am a grown up GWP at last. Sometimes she can even see me for a whole walk!

We are all pretty lazy lately. We only practice tricks when mum has done our toenails and has treats left. I have been learning to salute when mum does. I kind of worked it out for myself when we were doing high fives, and mum thought it was so cute she encouraged me to keep doing it.

My kitten, Cyrano, is all grown up now. I'm not sure I like it as he now beats me up as much as I do him. We have great games though, like chasey games on the lawn where we take turns, and 'chase me into a crate or onto the couch and wallop me' and stuff like that. He is one tough kitty!

Snarfs!

Buffy

Spring is here!

Yay! The sun is coming out and Mum is spending lots of time in the garden! This means that Tam and I get to spend lots of time sunbaking and watching her, and having big runs down the driveway to the gate to scare away all those evil people who walk past. Mum doesn't seem to like us doing this very much. I don't see why. It's our job, we reckon!

Cyrano, my very own cat, is happy we are outside a lot, too. We play chasey a lot. When he was little it was nearly always me chasing him, and Mum yelling at me, but the other day he chased me all the way up from the gate, and pounced on my back legs when I didn't go fast enough. These days he is a bit scary to play with; he chases me up onto the couch and then I am too scared to get back down! I think I liked it better when he was a kitten and I was boss.

No training happening right now. Mum is too lazy. It's actually exciting when she gets out the garlic sausage to trim our nails! (That is, to treat us when she has trimmed our nails, she doesn't actually use the sausage to trim them.)

Oh well, as long as the walks keep coming, I don't really mind, and we make sure the walks keep coming by driving her nuts if we haven't had one. Keep your humans well trained, furfolks, it's the only way to have a blissful life!

Snarfs,

Buffy