Cocker Spaniel Rosie

I was born on 24 June 2010 in Knutsford, to proud mum Ellie.

This is the story of how I came to live in North Wales and share my life with Debz.



This is my story so far...

Coming Home Pic

Coming Home Pic
The day I came home in a crate!

Sunday, 3 October 2010

Walkies!


The photos you saw yesterday were when I got my first bus last weekend to Llanberis and I was such a good girl Mum said (yeah right, must try harder then- good? Me?)

I went with Ceinwen from next door- she is holding me in the pictures- nice fingernails.

So the next day I got to go on a bus again to Bangor (Bangers? Did someone say Sausages? Food? Yes! Yes! Yes!) and then I went in a car with another new friend called what is it? What? What? Oh yeah Joy who Mum says is my Godmother. Well anyway we went to her house and I got to run around her garden off the lead and tried (yes tried, wasn't allowed, wasn't allowed, wasn't allowed- spoil sport) to dig holes!



Scary giant shadow- get away get away GET AWAY!!!

I had my lunch there but Joy gave me chicken to put in with my dry food. I really like these Godmothers- whatever that means.

Then this week Mum has been busy but I get 3 walks a day. Sometimes she lets me decide where to go and the other day (funny funny funny) to took her up his path she had never been on and it was dead steep and really really wet. And she walks too slow for me... especially coming the slopes- but fun! And one day Mum took me to shop because she ran out of coffee (what's that then?) and she picked me up and asked if she could bring me in the shop and the man said I was very cute and yes she could bring me in the shop that was full of food smells. I am very cute to strangers. Very cute. Very very cute. They would never know what a naughty girl I can be ha ha!

Today it has been raining all day so one long walk (so far- any more? That it eh?) but I refuse to do wee wees and poos out there in the yard- no way. Mum gets cross now but all I think is why should I? So I go out, whine a lot, come in and wee on the floor. Big deal. So then she started showing me I should do it outside and telling me off... blah blah... and I think 'Yeah whatever. You think I don't know that? Anyway, I'm still not doing it out there.'

(Mum thinks she needs the Dog Whisperer to help her as she is fed up walking on wee wee! And fed up singing her version of the Nolans classic (who?) ' I'm walking on wee wee, yeah yeah.' By the way she is officially mad.)

And yesterday she took me on the bus to Caernarfon... I walked by the castle and on this tiny bit of beach. There were children playing and it looked so much fun but they didn't want to play with me- why not? Why not? Why not?




How can anyone not want to play with me?

And I had fun finding out I could almost climb on the table today- oh yes!




But like I said...
How could anyone not love me? Eh? Eh? Eh?

Model Agency Shot with tufty bit, like it?

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