Devil Dog

I draw the line at certain things and having MM and DD dress me up like one of Paris Hilton's pooches in the name of Halloween is one of them.

But even the threat of losing a finger didn't stop them doing this to me...

Sock Shame

I can't help thinking that I've missed the joke here...


MM had her leaving drinkies on Thursday night and these socks were a present from some crazy people at The Sun - they gave her a bottle of Prosecco too, but I notice she didn't share that with me!

As usual, DD just did as he was told, but I refused to look at the camera and poked my tongue out.

MM said I'd obviously picked that up from Kerry Katona - and she had something to do with kittens apparently - so it's probably not a thing dogs are supposed to do.

My Very Own Dog Blog!

I live with two people who see no shame in calling themselves Mutty Mummy and Doggy Daddy...

Add to this the fact that they make up songs about me, then force me to sit listening to them while they wail tunelessly and it’s enough to make a dog barf up his Bonio. It also highlights their complete lack of consideration when it comes to the sensitivity of my much heightened hearing.

But they love me (deep down in my little doggy heart, I love them too) and have decided that at the grand old age of seven, I’m mature enough to have my very own Dog Blog - to not only air my furry frustrations, but also to record my dreams, my disappointments, my dinners and my days out.

Well, I will start recording them just as soon as I master this keyboard / computer stuff; paws and technology are a tricky combination.

If I'm honest, I’d never have agreed to this if I’d known the ‘mouse’ was a fur-less, clicky thing that sits on a plastic mat. What’s the point if you can’t chase it and then hide it in your basket for a midnight snack?