Mommy reads such rubbish

I didn't enjoy that magazine at all!

My New Friend Ernie

Ernie had escaped from his home and was running round the Beecroft Shopping Village, so Master brought him home for the afternoon. We had such good fun together. I was exhausted when his owner came to collect him.

My first pyjama party!

My two little white buddies came over to spend the night! Here we all are in the family bedroom.

It was really hard to wake them up in the morning!

In the River on my Own

After the lesson from Saffie on Sunday, here I am venturing in all on my own! Feeling very brave but also still rather nervous.

New friend Saffie

Met this lovely new dog in Chilworth Reserve on Sunday. She introduced me to a new game, walking in the river. Up to now I have been nervous of water. She wasn't, and on such a hot day it was fun.

Dogs should sleep with their owners

At last someone is talking sense about dogs! One of Australia's leading animal behaviorists, Dr Robert Holmes, says dogs should be allowed to sleep in the bedroom.
"That's where they feel secure and safe, and rightfully part of the family pack," he said. "A back yard is no place for a dog, it's not their natural environment. They should be in bed with their owners, that's where the pack lies and they should all pile in together."

Not quite sure what he meant about the back yard, this is where I sleep most of the night.

By about six o'clock in the morning I can usually (always?) be found where the good Doctor recommends. But I always ask permission to get up on our bed, and so far my owners have not minded my waking them up to ask.

But hey, it's not rocket science!

I'm not too old to chew!

I heard mom comment that I seemed to have grown out of chewing things! Just to prove her wrong I reverted to my old habits.

A knife, a packet of nurofen, and a pack of blue cheese. That's what I call a dog's breakfast.