This week that odd ritual thing started again with the thing Mum calls the Advent Calendar -- all I know is when Mum gets back from the place that makes her come in with a red face (someone called Jim or something? Gym?) she gets the advent calendar thing and makes me sit and I get a doggy chocolate from it. She seems to thinks it's great fun, so of course I humour her.
I had my first hair cut since I moved and the girl called Sam was really nice so I think I don't mind going there, although I will miss Jill who used to do it.
I have a new bed and a harness thing for when I go in the car.
In fact I rather like my new house.
That is all. For now.
I promise to try to be good.
I promise to try to be good.
I promise to try to be good.
I promise to try to be good.
Who am I kidding.
You looking at me?