I'm a Celebrity...Get Me Out Of Here!


Hi there,
I'm a bit late posting this week, sorry about that, but phew it's been a hectic week.

Mummy and I have been back and forth to my brother Bertie's house because, guess what, Bertie might be coming to live with us for a while which is sooooo exciting. I love going to stay at Bertie's house because there's lots of lovely countryside muddy walks and I love mud. I particularly like eating very wet, slushy mud, it's like a soup starter before my main course, which one day was fox poo. I ferreted some out and it was delicious, however, I don't recommend you try it because your mummy might get very angry and scrub you to within an inch of your life. My advice is, sulk!






Anyway, it's all quid pro quo as far as I'm concerned, mummy had the cheek to dress me up this week as an elf...... but i was an angry elf, ok, the fox poo was a bridge too far, but come on, give a dog a break!



Now, believe this if you will, Santa Claus came round on his sleigh, to the delight of all the local children who waved from their doorsteps, but oh no, I had the ignominy of a squealing mummy who took me out and made me parade round with Santa like a local celebrity.



Hey, sometimes you've just got to get with the programme, I find the best tactic is to go back to all sweetness and light......




And then when your mummy least expects it, go and stick your head in a big muddy puddle.


Well, lovely to chat, see you next week,
Love and woofs,
Dino xxxxxxx
Location: Fareham, UK

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