Rosie's Blog: A Dog With A Blog: Let in snow, let it snow, let it snow

I have been having so much fun I keep telling Mum, "Like, quit asking me to post on my Blog will you?"
Of course she says I'm a defiant teenager- not that I know what that word means yet but it sounds good anyway.
But I have to tell you 2 things, important things you have to remember: Ready?

1. Nikki has her new puppy, mind you he is so young and is a boy, but hey... his name is Billy and I think I mentioned him last time but I have photos Mum insists I share.
Billy is from Liverpool, same as Jake but I heard a funny thing at the park the other day, think it was that Alfie (get-off-me Alfie) that said it. He said, "Dogs from Liverpool are dead 'ard." Now I don't really know what that means but when I meet Billy next month I have been told to be careful. Know what I said to that?
You guessed: I said, "What-ever."

Photos of Billy...

Enough please- what about me? Eh? Eh? Eh?

I SAID WHAT ABOUT ME?

Back to me...

And...2. it's been snowing! Now at first seeing all this white stuff on the ground I thought- well this is kind of cool, strike that- FREEZING but when it started falling out the sky the way food does in the kitchen- well of course I opened my mouth waiting for crumbs and I got 'snow'. That's what's it called and I have something to say about that- it kind of tastes like water- except really cold.

So I have some pictures and some movie clips to share with you about the snow.

And today my other grandparents are coming from Liverpool and I know I met them once but I was a baby then. I hope they bring me a present. Ooh yes! Yes! Yes! Hope they aren't 'dead 'ard'- , unless being dead 'ard is actually good thing in which case I hope they are 'dead 'ard.'

So we're going somewhere in the car later too.

Anyway, here are the photos or as they say in Liverpool, the 'photies.'

Where I live in North Wales- On Friday

Now... what was I doing before- oh yeah I was on the couch looking out of the window. I'm not allowed on the couch. I'm not allowed upstairs. I'm not allowed to bite the wooden banister at the botttom of the stairs. I'm not allowed to steal food off mum's plate AND I'm not allowed to jump up when people come.
Yeah- right- well I don't go upstairs. I think that's pretty good.
Oh and one other thing: I'm not allowed to be really naughty when Mum tries to put my new harness on (she bought it because I pull too much on the half- thingingmy bob. It does work, Mum loves it, but you think I can behave when she tried to put it on- like, NO! I'm young, I get excited... what do you expect?

So this is me- on the sofa...why not? Eh?!!!