What?

What's that thing the dog in the park was trying to do to me? I mean, his name is Alfie and I was only playing and he keeps doing this thing with his hips...sticking them in my face and in my ear and Mum shouts and gets very cross and tells the people that look after Alfie they need to keep him under control.
He chases me and keeps on chasing me... and he follows us home.
"He's a right randy sod," a neighbour said but all I did was look at him and thought, "What?"
"You get him done," one of the other neighbours says.
"What?"
"He does that the kids that come to the park too," he says.
"Kids? I love them- they are the same thing as children, right?"

So the walk today was short because of Alfie. But we're going again- later. Good. Oh Good. Oh yes good.

Mum says Nicola has Billy now- she went to collect him from the breeder (eh?)
Billy is a sheep dog, a cordless brolly I think she said is the name of the breed. I get to meet him next month. He is Jake's nephew that came to see me- remember?
He doesn't do that thing with his hips at me (Jake that is)- so I don't have to look at him and say, "What?"

Billy is nearly as big as me already Mum says. Yikes. So long as he plays with me and he doesn't do that hip thing I am happy.

So Lacey is angry at me a whole lot of the time now but I don't see what's so wrong with trying to make her play. So I barked at her and said to her, "Like what's so wrong with playing with me?" I mean I'm a big girl now, a teenager Mum says. A teenager I think, "What?"

But all Lacey does when I ask her what's wrong with me, is look at me and say, "Everything."
Don't say much these cats do they?




Cagney- she just runs away from me, I like her though...




I want to sit on the radiator...






So anyway, I am a big girl and Mum says big girls don't do wee wees in the house- but I still do... not many though. The other day I had been so good and Mum was on the phone- that thing she puts by her ear and she was talking loads and I was thinking, "I'm over here! Look at me! Look at me! I said...LOOK AT ME?" So then I started biting her sleeve and she was very cross and I was thinking "You talking to me?"

Obviously she wasn't so I jumped on the other couch and did a wee wee.
I won't tell you what happened next- it involved shouting and showing me the rolled up newspaper, being smacked with a rolled up newspaper and me being ignored and having to stay in my bed.
You know what I said? I looked at her and I said, "What?"

What's so wrong with that? Or chewing the door post? Or eating bits of paper? Or stealing things out of the bin? Or putting my head in the cat litter for a crunchy treat? WHAT?


Mmmm.. cat poo...through the arched window...

But Mum says I am growing up now. She says I am being very rude sometimes. All I do is wiggle my hips, like Alfie at the park. I do it with Ollie my toy and with Mum's arm. She gives me a funny look and says, "You are a big confused teenager." Then she says something about the 'Hormones' - I think maybe they are some kind of bisouit or maybe the new neighbours at number 10.

Guess what I do? After I've wiggled my hips like that... I look at Mum and I say, "WHAT?"

WHAT?