Who did that?

Okay, I wasn’t too keen on it when my mum first presented me with a new chew toy but I thought I’d probably get to like it eventually.

No chance – it’s broken!  How did that happen?  One minute I’m chewing as instructed and the next it’s in two pieces and my mum says it’s ruined cos the ends are sharp and the ball thingies may get stuck in my throat.  Not fit for purpose, I reckon if it couldn’t last a day. Maybe one of the cats sabotaged it while I wasn’t looking.

Actually I like soft toys best; ripping them to bits has to be my favourite thing.

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We get a new rug

Excitement today as my mum installed a new rug in our front room.  We had a cream one, thick and soft for me to lie on (except I do sneak up on the sofas when she isn’t looking) but she wanted a different look, even though my white fur hardly showed on it.

We are now the proud owners of a Persian carpet and, if I do say so myself, it was a great choice because it complements my coat beautifully.  I have always liked blue tones.

I’m going to have to guard it carefully against those cats – especially the fringe which Cleo is bound to want to chew and kick.  I will be marshalling the long arm of the paw.

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The magic seven

Seven today – can you believe it?  Seven years (well, less eight weeks) with my gorgeous mums and the sprog.  Gone by in a trice.  I remember the first day I came here, brought home in a cat basket!  I was bit smaller then, of course; about the same size as the resident cat, Sherry, who was responsible for whipping me (literally) into shape and teaching me my cat manners.  I wasn’t very happy when she wapped my bum while I was eating but it taught me to be wary of cats and respect their superior ways, warranted or not.

Wasn’t I just the cutest puppy?  Not that I’ve lost the cuteness now I’m a big boy.  I still take a mean portrait.  Agree?

 

He stole my new toy!

That cat has got some nerve!  Mum brought me a new tuggy rope and I had a great time playing with her.  I slowed down, went for a nap and when I woke up I was astonished to find that Marley had commandeered it and was having his own fun.  Is nothing sacred, nothing precious, nothing really mine in this house?  He sleeps on the furniture (I’m not allowed), steals my food and now he’s playing with my toys.  What’s a dog to do?

I couldn’t resist

I’d been having a great time running after the ball on the playing fields, meeting some nice dogs and coming back when called – and then I saw it: the biggest, deepest, muddiest puddle you could imagine.  My mum yelled for me to stop but I just had to give it an inspection…

It was wonderfully cool after all that running and came right up to my hips when I lay down in it.  A real mud bath, a glorious silky soft texture which stayed on my fur to condition it afterwards.

My mum wasn’t pleased for some reason…

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We help other animals

My mum started a clothes clearcut and I got to walk with her to her favourite charity shop to donate them.  There was nowhere to tie me upside so we negotiated the door (difficult, she says, with a dog and a big bag of clothes) and I was given a big welcome by the staff.  They were fussing around and asked if I would pose for a photo.  Would I pose??  Oh yes, I am a perfect photographic subject.

You won’t be surprised to learn that the shop was the PDSA, the People’s Dispensary For Sick Animals.  My mum has insurance to cover any unexpected vet bills for me but a lot of people can’t afford this so it’s good to help them keep their pets healthy.

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