CorvusCorax
Deary me...
AWESOME!
Everything is awesome! Not having to wear a bucket is awesome! Jumping up and down in awesome! Playing ball is awesome! Trying to kill the evil cats is awesome!
The only not awesome thing is that I think that when I went to spend the day with the nice vet man a few weeks ago, he stole my boy bits
I have looked everywhere but I just cant find them anywhere. Have you guys seen them anywhere? Where could they be? Please tell me if you see them.
I am sorry that I let wee sister write the diary while I had that bucket on my head. She is soooo dense, and not in the least bit awesome.
Last weekend Small Mum abandoned me so she could go and see madness in London.
Why did she go there? She can see madness every day right here at home?!
This week we have been getting back fit again. I must admit I have been a bit stiff and sore having been in the house for so long.
But Small Mum has been cheating. She takes me to the place where the choo choo trains used to go years ago, it is called a banker or something, and just makes me run up and down it while she stands at the bottom doing nothing.
On Thursday me and both the Mums and Wee Sister went for a run in the car.
Sadly it was a to a big load of water. I was thrown into it and I had to swim round and round.
I complained and complained the whole way round but Small Mum wouldnt let me come out, just told me to stop being a big girl.
As revenge I shook all over Small Mum and complained all the way back to the car and all the way home.
Big Mum and Wee Sister were laughing at me because they were brilliant, as usual, hmph.
Maybe Small Mum should go swimming instead, she has gone all puffy and floppy.
Today was training club and I was very happy and excited to be back. I growled at that Dexter dog and the doperman because everyone has obviously forgotten that I am the bestest, most important and cleverest dog at the club.
There was some new scary stuff for us to do today, one thing was called a catwalk, but it was really nothing to do with cats, how disappointing
, and the other thing was called a see-saw.
Once I calmed down and realised that the aim was not to run up the planks and then hysterically throw myself off once I got to the middle, I got quite good at it.
Well that was my week, what did you all get up to?
B
Everything is awesome! Not having to wear a bucket is awesome! Jumping up and down in awesome! Playing ball is awesome! Trying to kill the evil cats is awesome!
The only not awesome thing is that I think that when I went to spend the day with the nice vet man a few weeks ago, he stole my boy bits
I have looked everywhere but I just cant find them anywhere. Have you guys seen them anywhere? Where could they be? Please tell me if you see them.
I am sorry that I let wee sister write the diary while I had that bucket on my head. She is soooo dense, and not in the least bit awesome.
Last weekend Small Mum abandoned me so she could go and see madness in London.
Why did she go there? She can see madness every day right here at home?!
This week we have been getting back fit again. I must admit I have been a bit stiff and sore having been in the house for so long.
But Small Mum has been cheating. She takes me to the place where the choo choo trains used to go years ago, it is called a banker or something, and just makes me run up and down it while she stands at the bottom doing nothing.
On Thursday me and both the Mums and Wee Sister went for a run in the car.
Sadly it was a to a big load of water. I was thrown into it and I had to swim round and round.
I complained and complained the whole way round but Small Mum wouldnt let me come out, just told me to stop being a big girl.
As revenge I shook all over Small Mum and complained all the way back to the car and all the way home.
Big Mum and Wee Sister were laughing at me because they were brilliant, as usual, hmph.
Maybe Small Mum should go swimming instead, she has gone all puffy and floppy.
Today was training club and I was very happy and excited to be back. I growled at that Dexter dog and the doperman because everyone has obviously forgotten that I am the bestest, most important and cleverest dog at the club.
There was some new scary stuff for us to do today, one thing was called a catwalk, but it was really nothing to do with cats, how disappointing
Once I calmed down and realised that the aim was not to run up the planks and then hysterically throw myself off once I got to the middle, I got quite good at it.
Well that was my week, what did you all get up to?
B
