I'm sitting here crunching my carrot and I thought I'd come along and tell you what's been going on lately.
First of all, here's me and my lovely carrot:
They're very good for fibre you know! I get them grated into my food as well, and some other veggies, but I really enjoyed having a whole one to crunch today. I get dried tripe sticks sometimes and they are yummy too but mom says they are stinky!
Now I can tell you about my Poochie Bells. This is what Poochie Bells are:
They hang from the door handle and when I want to go outside to the toilet (or just to sit and watch the world go by 'cos that's a favourite thing of mine) then I ring the bells with my nose and mom or dad comes and opens the door for me. When I first had them they had to teach me to do it and said "Outside - ring the bell" and would open the door. It took me a little while to understand what it was all about but now I've got the hang of it it's really good, they can be in another room and they hear the bells and come and open the door. This is me ringing the bells:
Now, what else was there? Oh yes, I've been on a train, twice! Do you remember me telling you how I was always sick in the car if we went very far? Well, I'm still no better even when I know we're going somewhere nice to play. Now, I've got to have an operation next week (it's called spaying) and mom and dad don't like the local vets. The other vets are an hour's drive away and I would be really icky sicky if I went that far. It's only half an hour on the train to the new vets so we did a trial run last week. Only two stations the first time which took about 8 minutes, then we had a walk round and came back half an hour later. Then the other day we went all the way to the new vets on the train, went and said hello to them and made my appointment for my operation, had a long walk around then the half hour train journey back. I quite like riding on the train, I don't feel sick and I'm very good 'cos I sit on mom's lap and look through the window.
Got to go now, I've got to have a little bark at the window cleaner. I'll come back and tell you all about my operation next week.
Love and woofs and licky kisses.