Biscuit Town.

Hi everyone,

I hope all you mummy's had a nice Mothering Sunday. I took my mummy to the beach for a nice walk and we stopped for sausage and chips, mummy said it wasn't the most luxurious Mother's day she'd ever had, but a very happy one, because she loves being with me.

I love being with her too, especially when there's food around!
 Here's a photo of me and my siblings with our doggy mum, we've got very full tummies......guess which one I am?

Did you guess? I'm the one right on the end, laying in a different position to my siblings, mummy says, I started as I meant to go on, always the exception to the rule.

We had a baking day last week, I was very excited because I knew mummy was baking biscuits for me, apparently, they were special healthy biscuits made with oats, carrots and apples, yum yum I thought. I had to do a lot of hanging around and getting under mummy's feet because she took ages making them. We both waited with bated breath for the biscuits to cool down.

And at last, I got a biscuit!! Well, I don't know what mummy was playing at, I sniffed it, I flicked it, I sure as hell didn't like the look or smell of it. I tasted it and spat it straight out, to be honest, I got a bit angry with it and barked my head off. Mummy had to take it away and she was quite upset, don't worry though, she gave some to daddy with his cuppa and he was none the wiser that they were doggy biscuits. As mummy always says: "waste not, want not."

The weatherman doesn't know what he's doing does he, one day it's all sunny and springy and the next, I'm being dragged out in the pouring rain, I'm in and out of coats like nobody's business.

 Do you like that last picture of me? I was very bedraggled after a long walk in the rain. Anyway, mummy got a new phone and has been experimenting with photos of me, one day mummy might make a book about me with lots of drawings like the one above

I went back to see the vet last week because I've been taking painkillers to see if they help my leg. I like my vet because he says I'm such a dear little boy, no trouble at all, not like some of the doggies we meet in the waiting room, snarling and growling and making an awful fuss. I trot in and wait nicely and I let the vet pull my leg around and shove his fingers in my mouth. But, I've decided he's a bit obsessed with teeth, every time we visit, about my leg, he starts talking about teeth! I wouldn't mind but I had them cleaned, by HIM, a couple of visits ago. He asks mummy every time, "Have you thought about cleaning his teeth?" Mummy said to him it's become farcical, after all, we bought a teeth cleaning finger glove, a doggy toothbrush and doggy toothpaste on our last visit. Mummy gets a bit cross sometimes and she sure got cross with the vet asking about my b****y teeth!  It was very awkward for me, I just pretended I was looking at the doggy accessories, but, the receptionist had to hide behind the counter because she was wetting herself laughing.......mummy always told me I wasn't allowed to wet in the surgery, it's all so confusing sometimes.

Well, have a good week, apparently it's going to be very cold this weekend in the UK so we've stocked up on crumpets ready for battening down the hatches and snuggling.

See you next week
Love and woofs
Dino xxxxxxx