tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90937680251979143042024-03-06T05:35:22.603+00:00Bella The Puppy GirlThe musings of a little puppy girlAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03345575869637828252noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093768025197914304.post-45870934573592291482011-08-22T03:00:00.000+01:002011-08-22T03:00:39.161+01:00SeasideI was planning to go to the Welsh Kennel Club show this weekend but unfortunately, Im on something called season which means I'm not allowed to go near boys. I was really excited when Dad said that because I couldn't go to wales, he would take us all to the seaside instead.<br />
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Like all Golden Retrievers, Traffy & me are most happy when we're near water, so this weekend was really great because the seaside has lots of water.<br />
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I really liked racing against Traffy.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm going to win<br />
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Water is so much fun<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But then there's the beach</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Which needs to be surveyed carefully<br />
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digging was so much fun<br />
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I did find some strange things on my beach<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">where did this come from?</td></tr>
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This morning I found a very nice ball whilst taking my Mum and sister Traffy for a walk. It was so nice that my friend Brodie also wanted it - luckily his Dad took it off Brodie and gave it back to me.<br />
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Then we went to a school fete - Dad won two bottles of something called Cava and to celebrate he let me have a lick of his ice cream (but I'm so quick I managed to eat it all before he could stop me).<br />
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Then we went to Bletsoe Village Fayre and I found <u>another</u> ball (a tennis ball this time) - two balls in one day is very good. Dad also won a bottle of wine, so he was happy.<br />
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I was going to stay for the dogshow but it started to rain and Mum doesn't like rain (plus Dad wanted to get home to play with his wine) - so we left early :-(<br />
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I did get to have a chat with the man who reads something called lottery numbers on the TV:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">mum was in the photo but Dad 'photoshopped' her out - can you see her?</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093768025197914304.post-30442582885012858472011-06-13T08:26:00.001+01:002011-06-13T08:39:16.852+01:00South West Essex Canine AssociationYesterday I took Dad to to the South West Essex Canine Association (SWECA) dog show. A show is a special doggy get-together where lots of dogs gather together to show off their parents - the dogs who's parents behave best (and give them the most treats) get a rosette. The show is judged by someone who is an expert parent to many dogs and should know how to behave really well.<br />
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I entered Dad in three classes - Novice Puppy, Gundog Puppy and the Charity Puppy Stakes. I the first class Dad got 4th place; afterwards some people gave Dad some pointers on how to walk and give me treats and then in the Gundog Puppy he got a second place (which came with a nice blue rosette); Unfortunately he didn't do very well in the Charity stakes class.<br />
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I was particularly happy that none of the gun dog puppy had a gun with them - I don't like things that make load bangs.<br />
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I think I'll let Dad have a rest next week but the weekend after that he'll be taking me two two shows (Windsor Championship show and Berkshire Downs Golden Retriever Club show).Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093768025197914304.post-17672293538234083662011-06-11T09:52:00.000+01:002011-06-11T09:54:48.360+01:00Canine Partners Fun Dog ShowI’m really excited today - I’m off to do a fun dog show in aid of my friends at Canine Partners.<br /><br />At 11am I’ll be at the Crown pub in Northill, Bedfordshire walking my dad up and down; hopefully they’ll think I’ve got the best parent and give me a nice rosette.<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093768025197914304.post-2914814283963890732011-06-05T15:13:00.000+01:002011-06-05T15:13:17.386+01:00Hearing Dogs Summer FeteToday I took Mum and Dad to the <i>Hearing Dogs for the Deaf </i>summer fete. I was really excited when Dad told me the fete was going to be opened by a famous boxer called <i>Frank Bruno.</i> One of my friends, Bruce, is also a boxer, so I was expecting to meet someone who looked like him, but instead of someone furry with four legs, a squashed nose and a waggy tail, I met someone with two legs and no fur - a big disappointment.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">After he met me he didn't hang around long - dad said if he'd moved that fast when he was in the ring he would have retired undefeated. I'm not sure what he was talking about but Mum seemed to agree.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">One of my favourite bits of the day was a gundog demonstration. I especially liked the fact that gundogs don't do anything their person tells them to do: they just sit there whilst their person says they are going to find a dummy or a rabbit but then they just do nothing. Perhaps I should be a gundog.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the gundog is hiding behind the man.</td></tr>
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For people that don't know, a dog show is when Puppy girls and boys get together to show off their owners: we must make them trot up and down, give us treats and get them stressed-up because we don't seem to want to stand to attention; while we do this someone stares at us and decides who did it best.<br />
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Today I took my Dad, which in hindsight was probably not the best idea - most of the other puppy girls took their mum and seemed to do much better than I did.<br />
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I entered Dad into a couple of classes but didn't do too well. Afterwards I went into my portable house whilst my Dad watched other classes - hopefully he has learnt something from them.<br />
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Some of the time I let my sister Lois share my house, but often she'd poke her head out to have a look at the other dogs.<br />
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Lois did much better in the ring than I did but neither of us got a rosette this time.<br />
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I've got another show next week - hopefully Dad will have improved.<br />
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I had loads of fun particularly because my sister Lois came along too. They said I was so pretty that they gave me 3 rosettes and I'm quite proud of them. They also said that Dad let me down because he couldn't walk up and down in the correct way to show me off.<br />
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One of the rosettes was for a first place in a class. Unfortunately this year they weren't presenting things called trophies otherwise I would have got one of those too, so that's disappointing; Dad says the same thing happened to him when he was my age - he won the egg and spoon race at the school sports day and they decided not to give out coloured ribbons even though they did the year before. He says he's still a bit upset about it, so much so that we can't eat soft boiled eggs in our house because seeing an egg and a spoon together brings it all back. Never mind Dad, you can wear one of my rosettes anytime you want (except the red one which is my favourite).<br />
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This Friday I'm going to take Dad to an even bigger show, hopefully he won't let me down this time.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093768025197914304.post-71153105632852264992011-05-22T06:03:00.000+01:002011-05-22T06:03:35.463+01:00First Rosette :-)Mum and Dad took me to a fun dog show yesterday. I'm a little nervous at these things,so I haven't done very well before; even so Mum and Dad say I'm the prettiest puppy around.<br />
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Yesterday was different, I managed to keep calm and I got my first rosette -5th place but hopefully I'll do much better next time.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm really happy to get my first rosette.</td></tr>
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Since it was walk time, Mum and Dad took me to one of my favourite places - my river (actually Traffy told me it was <b><i>her</i></b> river but I think because I'm the puppy of the house it should be all <b><i>mine</i></b> and so it it).<br />
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We met Buster and Tyke, a couple of Puppy boys who live round the corner, and had a great walk with them - we showed them our favourite river spaces and they let us run after their toys.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love the river</td></tr>
</tbody></table> I had so much fun and got really, really muddy<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love mud</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Traffy says that every year some strange men start to gather at the River every day and all they do is wave strange sticks at it. I'm not sure if they are called fishermen or grumpy-men - Traffy calls them both because apparently they won't throw their stick for you, no matter how much you bark to ask them,Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093768025197914304.post-18439643056424364282011-03-19T17:30:00.002+00:002011-03-29T07:56:26.009+01:00Sleepover with LoisAlthough I get to see my sister Lois at my puppy show class, I haven't really had a chance to have a good play with her since I came to look after Mum and Dad. Imagine how happy I was when Mum said she'd arranged for me to have a sleep over at Lois' - now we'd get to play.<br />
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Lois is really lucky because she has 3 puppy boys and girls to boss around whereas I just have Traffy - they all came to great me when I arrived.<br />
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"Are you going to boss us about as much as Lois?" they asked<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">they boys and girls saying hello</td></tr>
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"No!" I said "Lets play", and we did.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">play time! play time!<br />
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</tbody></table>We had such a good play, I was so tired that I decided to snuggle up with my sister Lois in her bed. It was quite a tight squeeze.<br />
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"Can we snuggle up too?" asked Raffy and Jasper. "No!" we said "This bed is just for puppy girls".<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">go away!</td></tr>
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I had a really nice time with my sister, I hope I can see her again soon.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093768025197914304.post-47442577313905292532011-03-06T15:39:00.001+00:002011-03-09T16:59:34.471+00:00Beachy Puppy girlThis weekend Traffy took me to somewhere very special - she had a quiet word with Dad and convinced him to drive us all to a place called the seaside.<br />
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I've only ever seen brown dirt down at my river but when we got there I was surprised to find that there's a yellow dirt called SAND and it's almost as much fun to dig as the regular brown stuff.<br />
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I had so much fun digging that I was completely tired out.<br />
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The beach (which according to Traffy the yellow dirt place is called) had lots of fun things to do, particularly chasing birds.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Traffy wouldn't help me catch a bird, so instead I had to find one that was just lying on the beach</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Mum didn't seem too pleased that I'd found a bird - I suspect she was jealous and wanted it herself.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The water was a bit too cold for me but Traffy seemed to like it very much; perhaps when I'm a big girl too I'll decide to go in for a swim.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I had a really good time on the yellow dirt. Hopefully Mum and Dad will take me again.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">After our hard day on the Beach, Traffy and I needed to snuggle down for a nice sleep.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093768025197914304.post-76739569364036772872011-02-20T09:14:00.002+00:002011-02-20T10:14:47.123+00:00He says he doesn't like it but I know he doesDad keeps complaining that he can't find his socks and is blaming me for this.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I like socks</td></tr>
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If he doesn't want me to play with them, why does he leave them out for me?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093768025197914304.post-30975584039269801112011-02-12T16:38:00.000+00:002011-02-12T16:38:03.938+00:00Derby dayApparently today was a very special day because Dad's favourite football team was playing his least favourite team so he calls it a derby.<br />
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I don't know what a football games is. Dad wouldn't explain it instead he put a special uniform on me to help him watch it. Even after watching it, I still don't know what was going on.<br />
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Still there was something called a goal which Dad found very exciting, so exciting that he gave me a nice liver treat to celebrate.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I like treats</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm doing all the work - lazy Traffy</td></tr>
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Traffy said I should remain all calm if we are spotted and pretend we're just lying around having a chat; if we do that then Mum and Dad won't notice the tunnel. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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Traffy says I haven't got it just yet and I need to work on my calm expression.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bella is a little shocked at being found out</td></tr>
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After spending all morning trying to persuade her to show me how to escape, she eventually taught me the game of digging - it is so much fun.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Traffy is instructing me in the fine art of digging</td></tr>
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<div>I must of been a very quick learner because it wasn't long before Traffy let me do the main digging (under her watchful eye of course)</div><div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm doing all the work.</td></tr>
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If we were spotted, Traffy said we must pretend nothing was happening.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here's us pretending nothing was happening - I think we got away with it.</td></tr>
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Afterwards I was so tired that I needed a rest.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sleep needed now I think.</td></tr>
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093768025197914304.post-79971416252229287392011-01-28T11:30:00.000+00:002011-01-28T11:30:17.009+00:00First Puppy classI've decided that Mum and Dad need a little training, so I'm now taking them to a class at Happy Dogs Training in Clapham.<br />
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Today was the first class and I was a bit nervous as to how Mum would do. I didn't need to worry at all, she knows how to give me treats when I sit, lie down, shake paws, weave in and out of cones or come when she calls me.<br />
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It was all very tiring though - I'm looking forward to next week already.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here's me at puppy class</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093768025197914304.post-36304672049036350242011-01-25T12:30:00.001+00:002011-01-25T12:38:08.453+00:00We get a walk every day :-)This morning Traffy took me down to the river again; she says it's one of her favourite places and I can see why.<br />
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It probably wasn't a good idea to sit down though.<br />
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I really hate this things they put round my neck when we go out though.<br />
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One of Traffy's friends called Barney joined us for a play today. They played a little too rough for my liking<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Unfortunately because I'm so little (and it would be too far for my little legs) we would need to drive there. Traffy says she isn't old enough to drive the car thingy, so Mum and Dad would need to come and drive us there.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I had so much fun, splashing, running and splashing.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'd hear that dogs can do a things called swimming in water. It sounds like fun but when I asked Traffy to show me how to do it she said 'no' :-(</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">come on Traffy teach me to swim</td></tr>
</tbody></table> I hope we get to go there again soon.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093768025197914304.post-16282687338250297292011-01-23T11:44:00.000+00:002011-01-23T11:44:53.092+00:00First WalkToday was a very special day - I got to go out for the very first time. Everything was so big and I got to meet other dogs.<br />
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It was very, very exciting - how was I to know all puppy boys and girls didn't look like me.<br />
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My little paws were all itchy when I got back - Traffy said it was because I ran through something called 'nettles'. I'm going to give those nettles a good barking at when Mum and Dad take me out again (Traffy says that will be tomorrow)<br />
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I don't like itchy paws - ouch :-(Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093768025197914304.post-90680074430390401272011-01-12T18:32:00.003+00:002011-01-12T18:36:45.194+00:00Ouch ! ;-(<div class="post-body entry-content" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; width: 536px;">Mum and Dad<br />
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Why do you keep taking me to a woman in a green coat who keeps sticking pointy things in me - it really hurts?<br />
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(I heard a dog talking at the place where the woman with the pointy needle is and he said that I'd be able to go and explore the countryside in a couple of weeks all because of these needle things. Sounds nice, but what is the country side?)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He's me putting on a brave face at the pointy needly place.</td></tr>
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I want my snow back :-(Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093768025197914304.post-80656090842268315832010-12-29T08:11:00.000+00:002010-12-29T08:11:57.346+00:00Magic RoomI've found a little magic room in the kitchen - we put plates with food on them in the room and when we open its door later in the day, someone has took all the food away.<br />
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I think there must be a little puppy in there because Puppies are really good at taking food off plates<br />
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After playing, she let me snuggle up to her on the sofa when I when to sleep.<br />
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I think she likes me now :-)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093768025197914304.post-50675307249202642922010-12-24T06:37:00.002+00:002010-12-29T08:18:04.069+00:00Settling in nowI'm settling in now bur I don't think Traffy likes me too much - she doesn't want to play with me and I have to sleep alone when I'm tired.<br />
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Here I am sleeping all alone, it was a nice sleep but I would prefer to snuggle up with Traffy.<br />
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I wish Traffy would like me - she looks so like my mum.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0