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...