I now have an Uncle Ray and I love him very much. He plays silly games with me, talks to me, and even spanks my bottom sometimes as well, which makes me go very silly.

Here we are together:

Here I am with my two Pugs:

Sorry I haven't blogged all summer. I was very sad when the puppies started leaving home so I spent most of my time with them. Now I have only two puppies left. Sweepie, who is Auntie Ysabel's baby, and Fall Out Boy (Grandma's pup) who I think I prefer because he plays more than Sweepie.

I have an Uncle Ray now as well who I love playing with all the time cos he plays better than Mummy because he's stronger.

I'll post pictures next time of my new family. Now I need to tell Mummy to feed me because I'm starving.

Madge has seven puppies and when they were about a month old I was allowed to play with them. Now, every time they wake up I'm allowed to play with them. They chase me all around the house and tug on my hair - some even give me kisses as well. I love them very much. I hope they stay here all of the time - as long as I can have a day off now and again because they make me very sleepy.



Yesterday I was so tired I had to sit on the sofa so that they couldn't grab at my legs. I'm exhausted.

Today I threw up in two different corners. Then finally I went outside and threw up there too.

Then I felt better.

But I lay on the sofa and pretended to Mummy that I still felt poorly so she didn't make me get down.

Madge is pregnant and very, very fat. I find it confusing. Apparantly there will be puppies here in about three weeks time. I'm scared.

I got a fantastic Christmas present: Turkey and Dog. They squeak when you press their stomach's so I don't ever touch them there. I like playing with them, though. They sleep in my bed with me at night, too.

Soon I'll get some photos taken with them and post them.

New Year's Eve I had a fight with Madge. She started picking on me. But we're sort of friends again now. I don't like fighting.

Even though I rolled in dirt and smelly things, Mummy still won't give me a bath. I've asked her so many times and yet she doesn't listen to me. No matter how much mud I run through, or how often I rub my smelliness onto her clean clothes before she goes out she just doesn't get the hint. Can someone please tell her for me?

I want a bath! I love having baths!