Rosie's Blog: A Dog With A Blog: Must Run! Must Chew! Must Wee! Must Poo!

Must CHEW!

Must run! Must chew! Must run... hey what's this - if you stand in the right place bits of food fall from the sky! Mind you only tiny teeny crumbs but yummy! Must run! Must chew... must wee, must poo.

"I didn't drop it, I'm only the cat. Honest."

God it's hard work being a dog with a Blog...

So Mum gives me a treat and I sit down- easy as that. She says "SIT" and I do it- she thinks I just learned it (whatever, right- me? I was sitting from when I was knee high to a poodle) But hey sit, treat, sit treat... keep going... love it!

So I was having a madness earlier and this rolled up newspaper gets whacked on the floor and I know it means don't do this or don't do that... whatever. So then sometimes it hits my bum and I don't even feel it- duh- it's only newspaper- I got TEETH- sharp pointy dagger like TEETH. HA HA- a newspaper- yeh, whatever...

So words I know-
Rosie (me me me)
Cagney
Lacey
Chew
Bed
Food
Henry
Charlie
Ball
Poo
Wee
Quick Quick

Hmmm...must be a few others too- oh yeah- "NO BAD GIRL" "NO ROSIE!" "NO!" "DON'T"
Whatever...

Managed to get up the step today to get in the poo yard... on my own...

Here's an idea of my size- against the catflap -like why doesn't it open for me?

So here's the thing- what is it with cats. Over rated or wot? I have tried so hard to play with them today- must chase, must chase, MUST CHASE. Lacey she just hisses at me and they both run away!

But here they are... the evil sister cats:

Scarey Lacey, like why won't she play? Please, please, please.

Please play...

Cagney on top of my cage! Who does she think she is- eh? Eh? Eh?

I said on top of my cage!

Whatever- not talking to you

Ah- but here's Lacey... ha ha ha

And they still get better food- real food, meat, real meat...

Oh go on give us a game- go on- go on- go on. Must run! Must chew! Must wee! Must poo...

FLOP. God this tiredness creeps up fast...