Now, I think that effury birfday should start wiff a lie in. So what were my PA’s doing waking me up half an hour earlier than normal?! I soon found out I was being paw-parazzied with my presents so I could post it to all my pals on twitter, before D went to work on the choob.
After opening my presents and eating my breakfast, D left for work and I mooched about for a while to let M do some work. She seemed to be taking ages and I was impatient to go for a pawtrol round my manor so I started to paw at her knee to give hints. It was such a luffly day that it seemed a waste to spend it indoors. Besides, I wasn’t allowed to play muchly with my toys, or eat all my treats so it was a bit boring lying around waiting. When she was finally ready, I showed M some of my favourite fields and byways.
I thought I would be allowed to chase squirrels, deer and rabbits but M said I needed to stay shackled to her for my own safety. At least we were out and I was getting tons of scents. I did see deer, but they were far away. It was so hot that M decided to take me back home via the stream where I cooled down. For some reason she didn’t want to join me for a paddle – pfftt.
Home beckoned and I got to play with my toys again. But I was so tired that I didn’t even have the strength to lobotomise my birfday tiger toy.
BOL. This was a great birfday and fanks to all my pals (oh and M&D) for making it so special. I hope I get plenty more birfdays to share wiff you all.
I was encouraged to write a blog by a number of my friends. So I have decided to put my paw into the world of publishing and I am going to tell you about my life, and how I have changed. Also how I have changed the life of my humans.
I suppose I should start at the beginning. My first memory was being moved between rescue centres. I was homed with a nice family and there were small children so we always had fun. One day I saw there was a gate open and I decided it would be fun to run around playing with cars. This wasn’t the greatest idea as I now have the scar on my leg to remind me of my stupidity. When I had been to the vet and given the all clear, the family decided I was too bouncy and they couldn’t devote enough time to me and my training. So I went back to the rescue centre. I started to get a bit despondent as I kept on seeing other pals being chosen but my turn never seemed to come along. I started to lose my arooo. One day two humans came along and I took them for a walk around the paddock. They left and I went back to my kennel until the following week when they returned. We wandered through the woods and they seemed to be saying good things about me. I was told to be a good boy, which is easy as I am a good boy. So when they left again, it was somewhat disconcerting. However, I need not have worried, as they returned a couple of days later and this time we went for a ride in their car. I had seen a car before and it hadn’t ended well but, being a brave hound, I decided I should just go along with it. The best bit about the car ride was every time we went round a bend in the road, I slid across the seat and got cuddles from my new dad. And I got to do some nose art. This was exciting.
This was my first day in my new house. I had no idea I had better get used to having my photo taken.
There was lots to explore in my new house and grounds but more about that in my next blog. I don’t want to bore you too much. There are many ups and downs to report.