Flowers

"Oh so that's a flower!"


My mum has started taking me outside. She won't put me on the floor to have a good sniff but still, there are loads of nice smells and these flower things- they smell good enough to eat. Not that Mum will let me. She won't let me eat stones or leaves or mud or grass or houmous or baked potatoes or even crisps. Where's the fun in that? Eh? Eh? Eh? Give us some food!

The cats get loads of meat that smells so nice and all I get is dried food so I keep asking for treats and doing loads of wees for treats and poos for treats... come on give me some meat- please!

Anyway as I was saying I get to go outside in my mum's arms and we walk along the street and Mum tells me all about the street. I meet the neighbours too. Today Ceins and Mum and me- we all walked around the block! When I came home I so wanted to go again... oh go on- give us a walk... eh? Eh? Eh? Spoil sport.

I think I know where I live now anyway, kind of.


Mum is really busy with something called an MA- what's that then? Can you eat it?

More soon...

Who Do You Think You Are?

So here is my real family, cos my new mum says that's important, to remember where you came from and all that.

Here is my family tree- good stock you know. (Whatever that means)




Click on Image to make it bigger- hope it works, not all that good at this Dog with a Blog lark you know. So these are the old folks... hmmmm... s'pose that's where I get my good looks.

My Mum: Ellie (posh name: Shahlaei Princess Elzbieta) oooooooh!



My Dad: Tommy (posh name: Coastline Happy Hour) Well I say..............




And here are my brothers and sisters...

My brothers:

Charlie


Covey


Henry


Toby being weighed (what's that then?)



Unadopted- He still needs a home (how can anyone not want him! Mind you boys smell)


My Sister, Molly



And of course me: I got a posh name too- wait for it...

Shahlaei Periwinkle Huh? Call me Rosie- please!



Cute eh? Eh? Eh? Go on give us a kiss.

And here is us when we was just 1 day old... sorry we were... whatever...




There were 8 in the bed when the little one said... Roll Over, Roll Over...




So I have been in Wales in the place with a funny name for more than a week now. I can't go for a walk yet but my mum, she takes me out in her arms and when we walk along the road everyone stops to say hello. My mum must be so popular.

The cats are still keeping out of my way and all I want to do is give 'em a kiss- what's so wrong with that? So I chase them out of the room although I do try my saddest look when Debz is cuddling them and ignoring me. She feeds them real meat and I would love some of that stuff. I do get a tiny bit of chicken if I wee or poo outside but I'm still pretending not to know the game so I can keep going out and coming back in- hoping if she sees me sit outside she'll think I did my busies and will get lots of treats. it's not working yet though.
But plenty of time...

Sleepy now- but I'll be back...

My big day

I have been so busy I only just made the time to post, this time I will try not to press publish post before it's done (I have such big paws) so last time it published it before I put the photos in. So then I had to go back and try again! This computer stuff is weird! It goes with the job, being a dog with a blog.

I am sooooo sleepy today, but that's because I went in the car! I met Mary today and I was so good (so my mum says) and I went to this place. Eveyone loved me when I sat really still in my mum's arms. The place is called.. what is is again..what is it? What is it? A vets. Loads of funny smells.
Not sure what the vet did- hardly noticed! The man weighed me- 3.3 something. Walks? Sausages? Toys? Flowers? What's them again?

I get a treat when I do outside. Sometimes I do my busies, sometimes I don't. I try to get a treat everytime I come in, I got that part sussed but I don't always get a treat. So I started asking to go out all the time, but still no treat. Not sure what that's about. Eh? Eh? Eh? Give is a kiss.

I love it when people come to the door- I love it when I play... I love my food...
I love all this.

I barked today at this thing Debz was using. A printer. What's that? Is is like a flower?

The cats are around more. I don't get it though- they get lots of fuss and can go places in the house I can't- will soon sort that though. Debz thinks she's in control- little does she know!

Well best go.. no photos today but I am as cute as always. Cuter than my mum.

Tomorrow all about my real family- my brothers and sisters!

Back to being four- my new family

So this is the story Debz told me last night- she says we are 'back to being four' Count it- four family members, four meals a day and four poos outside today...
Of course my family is much bigger- I have 1 sister (Molly) and four brothers, a mum and a dad and I will tell you more about them soon- but this is the story of my new family.

So let me see-

First there was Debz: She moved to this place called North Wales to be a student (whatever one of them is-



Told you she has wild hair.

Then came along Lee- he is handsome, right?



So there were two: count 'em one, two...



Whatever...

And then came sisters- count 'em...




Cagney



Lacey

Not as cute as me- stop looking- look at me! Look at me! Look at me!

So there were four!

But then something very sad happened and Lee died which means he went away but he didn't want to and he never got to live in the house with Debz so she was very sad for a long time. But she was very happy with Cagney and Lacey who looked after her ( I suppose cats aren't so bad- sometimes.)

So count em- now there were three.

But now she says there is room to love someone else, where Lee should be- and that's where I come in!

ME...! Look at me! Look at me! I said LOOK AT ME! I am the cutest- right?




So apparently that's how we became four again...

I'm bored now- think I will have another sleep...

It's a hard life being a dog, especially A Dog With A Blog.

August 21st- first full day in my new home

My Life

Accident count: 1 poo, 2 wees in the house (many more outside)

Food discoveries- a piece of chicken the cats dropped on the floor- yummy- I went mad trying to find more of that.
2 puppy biscuits from the girl next door, Ceinwen. Nice.
I licked the lid of Debz Houmous pot before she snatched it away and I was really trying to get something from a bag- she said they were called lo fat crisps. They smelled super nice but she never let me have any though.
Hug count: lots
New people I met: Ceinwen, her mum Carolyn, Barbara and Harold

Toys: Henry (named after my brother and given to me by Kath and Lorraine)

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Duke who has floppy ears and looks like me- actually he is as big as me:



Squeaky pink puppy bones and ball:



Puppy rattle:



(Debz has a big bag of toys but she won't let me have them all yet even though I try to get them out of the bag)


And I have a chew stick from my other mummies that I came home with and a little raw hide (what's raw hide?) shoe that I really love and have almost finshed.

I think I might like this place, I've been exploring and I can get behind the couch and if I try really hard I can almost for behind the tumble drier. Not sure what one of them is, mind.

So I sleep a whole lot. I tried to kiss Lacey but she spat at me- so I kissed her again and chased her. Think she liked it. Not sure about cats- think they own the place. And I watched Cagney do this thing. She jumped from the floor up to where her food is- I mean like she was flying through the air! Well cool.


Last night I went to bed about 11 and I slept all the way through to 7.45- I like sleeping.
This morning Debz went out for 2 hours- apparently- I just slept.

I have a feeling we are going to have a lot of fun together...






Tomorrow I will tell you all about Debz and my new family.

The Beginning...

I'm not like other dogs. I'm a dog with a Blog...that's very special my mum says. she's called Debz. Debz Hobbs-Wyatt which is a really long name for me to remember. I think I just want to be Rosie, or maybe Rosie Hobbs. Debz is something called a writer. That means she sits at a table a lot and taps.
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So my new mum Debz says she grew up with a gold and white cocker spaniel called Poppy (which is a flower- what's one of them?) and always said that when she worked from home she would have a cocker spaniel of her own. So that's where I come in, right... I suppose... I am a cocker spaniel then... and I come with all these bits of papers. That makes me very special... as I said, I'm not like other dogs, I'm a Dog with a Blog. A Cocker Spaniel with a Blog.

Now the thing about my new mum is she loves cats. Cats are WEIRD , bigger than me and they stare a lot and won't play but I'm gonna change all that. The cats that are part of our family are called Cagney and Lacey... Cags n Lace for short. How weird are those for names. Maybe if I had been a boy she would have called me Starsky or Columbo or Kojak.







I'm glad I'm a girl and that she didn't call me after a TV show. Rosie- that's me, also like the flower. Well that's what Debz says. What's a flower again?

Debz says Cagney and Lacey were 6 years old last week and guess what they got for their birthday... ME!!! But I don't think they like me... not yet anyway. But they will. Everyone likes me! How can anyone not like me? Eh? Eh? Eh? Give us a kiss...

Debz told me she knew me before I was even a twinkle! Thing is I don't remember ever being a twinkle. Was I a twinkle? What's a twinkle? Anyway she said she always wanted me and she even dreamed about me a couple of years ago. So here I am.

Debz says she found me in Knutsford which is a place with a funny name- she found me when she spoke to Kath and Lorraine (the ones that own my real Mum, Ellie. My other mums. You see I have a lot of mums.) Kath and Lorraine are what you call 'breeders'. I have no idea what that means. Breeding? Maybe it's got something to do with food. Like the word 'eating'? Everything has something to do eating. Give us a biscuit...

I met Debz when I was 4 weeks old. She was sat on the floor and scrambled into her lap and when she lifted me chewed on a silver heart thing she wears around her neck. After I met her they started to call me Rosie. Did I tell you it means flower. Flower? What's one of them again? She even called me Flower earlier. She calls melots of things like Poppet, and Cup Cake and Little Devil- oh and last night she called me Dozy Rosie... that's when I kicked over the water and walked wet feet all over the room. Love it... give us a cuddle...

So yesterday Debz and her friend Nicola (who smells of another dog) came and got me and I had to leave my other mummies, now I'm stuck with this weird one with loads of hair (good to chew) and we live in a place with a dead funny name. I mean really funny this one.

I came here in a car in a plastic crate, on a pink blanket with the toy Kath and Lorraine gave me. I slept most of the way.
I was a big day for me. I have all these toys to play with and a soft squidegy bed that I plonk in when I need to sleep. And there's a cage with toys in and I like to sleep in there too. I slept in there last night, all on my own but I slept and never made a sound from 11 last night until Debz woke me up at 7.45 this morning.

She says I am a really good girl... but don't you believe it... little does she know!

And the biggest secret about me... I am a Dog with Blog... and I am going to tell you all about my adventures...