Mummy's Poorly

I'm missing my Mum. She's gone to hospital to swallow a camera cos she's got a sore throat. I don't understand how swallowing a big old camera will help that but that is what Mummy 2 said when they left. Uncle Ian is going to look after us while they are waiting in a big room with uncomfy chairs and lots of strangers. Mummy says she hates being poked and prodded and Mummy 2 said that that's why it's gotten so bad.

I'm scared for my Mummy.

Will she throw balls for me tomorrow?

Earthday!

This is my second Earthday. Well officially its my sixth 'cos it started like 40 years ago - which is before both the Mummy's were born, never mind me and the runt! But this is the second one i've been to at Deepdale.

This one was cooler than the last one as i got to see way more people and i got to hang out with the cool artists in the courtyard doing Mummy's Scrap Heap Art Challenge. Mummy gave 'em some cr....rubbish from the farm and raided the bins on the campsite over Easter, then we went to the tip at Sheringham and got some more junk for 'em all to play with.

It was pretty funny watching these different people playing with rubbish and Mummy going 'oh it's wonderful', and 'I love the juxtaposition of the rusted steel in the futuristic robot shape giving us a real sense of pathos at the discarded nature of the world in which we live'. She could just as well have being going blah blah blah blah blah!

She took lots of pictures, but i haven't seen them yet. i'll let ya all have a look when i do.

Especially at the winning robot. It's called Colin the Contemplater and it sits in my courtyard and does nothing. Nothing i tell ya!

Over all though Mummy says it was a great success and she slept better that night 'cos her worrying was done.

Cromer Pier!

Mummy took us to Cromer Pier yesterday to meet with some people and look at the theatre. She said it was 'cos we are going to sell tickets for the theatre at Deepdale now. In the information centre. Just like we sell tickets to the Sealife Centre in Hunstanton.

Mummy said that one of the stars of the seaside special might even come to one of our BBQ's in the summer!

I wonder if they are doggie friendly and could sneak me in to a theatre... I could be a show dog! I'm pretty enough! Don't ya think?

I have a cousin!

Last night Mummy 2 was a bit excited and a bit 'motional. Aunty Lisa (that's Mummy 2's sister) had a rug rat called Jasmine.

She got a picture this morning and said it was baby jazz. It didn't look much like me when i was a baby.... not enough hair!



I don't see a family resemblence myself!!!

Eye eye!!!

The Runt has been to the dog doctor's, who said she's got conjunctivitis. My Mummy has to put drops in her eye every morning and every night, 'cos her own Mummy is squeamish and can't do it.

This means that the Runt is getting even more attention than normal off the humans.

I tried hurting myself for a bit of fuss and attention too. I jumped over the picket fence and got my back paw caught between the bits of wood. Did not like that I can tell you! Hanging off the gate with my Ass in the air. Not dignified. Once Mummy set me free I sat down and held up a paw for her to fuss over and tell me I would be okay... maybe even a treat. It didn't work.

I really should not have held up my front paw.

Happy New Year!

Apparently it happens only once a year.

I don't really like it very much.

Like at all!

It was the annual bath.



Does this face look happy to you?

The Arrival Of The Christmas Terrorist!

It arrived on the 29th.

It stayed for 2 whole days.

Jasper growled at it when it pinched crisps off the table.

I growled at it when it bullied me.

The people who arrived called it George.

I call it... The Christmas Terrorist.

It kept licking all inside my mouth. All the time. It licked my tounge. Ew. It licked my nose. Ew. It licked my teeth. Ew. it even licked my lips. Ew.


I growled.

It licked some more.

I showed it my teeth.

It licked some more.

I was ferocious.

It licked some more.

So I hid behind Mummy.

It tried some more!




Mummy says a puppy is for life not just for Christmas.

I hate Christmas.

The terrorist went on the Thursday and Aunty Sophie came to see us all.

She brought with her her Christmas present.

She calls it Dylan.

It has paws as big as Jaspers at that age(that's what Mummy 2 said anyway).

That means he's gonna be huge!

I hate scary Puppies!



Jasper says I'm a wuss.