I sicked up big time cos I ate grass too much grass I'm such a fool. Ging did say but she was too busy with daisy to stop me. Beardy had to wake her up to clean it up. Don't think she was too happy about that either she's not at her most perky today
Mum and Dad got a muzzle and I hated it. Like REALLY hated it. It went across my nose and I freaked out so they chucked it in the bin. You really don want one Ella, even if it means you get to go on a train
I arsked Mother and Trev about this becos I dident really understand. They said retired fire fighter and retired nurse. Means not a sausage to me (Oooh! Sausage!!) Don't know what that means either, no PhDs I think but they are very easy to train and that's the most important thing, Tee hee hee! They think I am GoodGirlJoy!! Well, I am, of course... I might do a PhD in hoomans. Perhaps Moo The Magnificent had one of those. Mother says bedtime now. I would just party all night.Oops! Think she really means it. Goodnight. Love, licks and wags.xxx GoodGirlJoy. P.S. We had to do Pol dark AGAIN tonight! No playing, no fun! Even Trev has given up and gone to bed. Mother is just a lost cause now.Kibble-brain doesn't come into it!
Daddy’s gone to the pub to watch the football “with the boys”. I’m a boy, why didn’t I get to go mummy is making me watch another crime programme Stanley
This is the worst day ever - I didn’t get ice cream Mummy is on di-et (again ). Which means no nice food in the house Stanley
I'm not sure I was meant to have the ice-cream. But dad wasn't watching mum, and mum wasn't watching dad, and I went from one to the other and back and forth and back and forth and they both gave me bits of ice-cream. I was very Sneaky.
What's ice cream? Dad watched the rugby, soccer AND NRL on the weekend an Mum said our tv would conk out if it went more than an hour without bluddy sport. She likes crime shows too Stanley but she hardly ever gets her turn It's wet an cold an windy so we didn't have a walk this morning. I don't mind, Ive gone back to bed while Dad takes mum to the stashion. He said we'll go later. Yesterday I played with Spencer an we went in the bog again so I got hosed when I got home. I wasn't happy an I managed to sneak in the house and lie in the good mat with my wet belly.
Pig-daddy wasn’t allowed to watch the feet-ball because he had to go with pig-mummy to a class about mini-hoomans and was made to look at pictures of placentas. I don’t think he is very happy.
I had an Elvis come to visit me. He is a setter from Greese which is apparently quite far away but not so far away as to be upside down. We had a good game and I slapped him and barked in his ears and he liked it. I showed him how to get at strawberries through the pig-proof fence and he liked that too. Here we are trying to go outside but the sprinkler-monsters had just come on so we wisely observed from a safe distance. Here is when he got into my pig-nest. I didn’t approve of that. Can’t he read the sign? I can’t but mummy says it says ‘pig’s nest’. I shouted at him until he got out and then we agreed to both sleep on the floor. Only pigs are allowed in a pig nest. I like Elvis. He is not a kibble brain.
My friend thought she was rescuing a Setter from Greece, but when the dog arrived it wasn't a Setter but possibly a Munsterlander, I don't think she is happy.
Well I think that's only rite, I want a nest like that. I am going to ask.....and ask....and ask..... And oooooo look at all your collars lined up, Cassie. P.s I have never met anyone from Greese but from Spayne, Carbon is very very hansum
