Puppy love

Great news! My Mum has had puppies, so I've got eight new brothers and sisters. Well, to be precise, five brothers and three sisters. Wowzah!

Are you sure I used to look like that?

This is the first picture of them. I know it's not very detailed, but you can be sure I'll be posting lots more as they grow up. If I'm allowed to see them that is.

Human friend number one (she who MUST be obeyed at all times) wants to go and visit straight away. However, human friend number two (he who must be obeyed if I'm in the mood) says we're not visiting until they all have OTHER homes to go to. I can understand why he's worried cos she did buy me a memory foam bed that's big enough for two. Was she planning ahead or hoping I'd grow into it?

It may have my name on it, but it's big and comfortable enough for two.

Any-road-up, one of the pups is an Ella wannabe. How will they resist this young pretender? I was sooooo cute (still am) and they couldn't resist me.

That's me bottom left looking gorgeous as a baby

So, watch this space for more puppy news and pics coming soon.

This month I've been mostly celebrating my birthday.

Happy Birthday to me*

Top of my birthday present list was a mad romp over the fields with my farm anipals; including bestest anipal Shadow. Interestingly, during the course of our running around we found time to discuss the Eurozone situation (not great), Barack Obama's singing (top man), and our own taste in music. Now, regular readers will know that Shadow is still a mere pup, whereas I am pretty grown up now. This was my second birthday and my human friend says that makes me 14 in your years. That probably explains how my taste in music has changed. I'm sorry to say that 9 month old Shadow (not even seven in human years) is still down with the Kids, with a capital K.

Shadow, me, Missy and Oscar sitting still for a change

I warned him not to tell the others that he's one of the legion of Beliebers, but would he listen? No. He just kept singing 'Then I saw his face, now I'm a Belieber'.  Missy and Oscar were not impressed and tried to drown out his howling with their own rendition of 'Who let the dogs out?'. Then I got involved with my own soulful version of Rhianna's 'Umbrella-Ella-Ella-Ella' - geddit?

'A word in your shell-like. I wouldn't mention Justin Bieber if I were you..'

 It was an almighty racket I can tell you and a birthday that I won't forget in a hurry. Wooftastic!


*I'm wearing my glitter bone identity tag in lime green. Bling! Bling!

The hoof is mightier than the paw

Quick update on my New Year Substitutions (16 Jan blog post).

Whilst I don't think I've failed to stick to them, I do have a small confession to make that could effect Substitution number 1. If Kasper rolls or canters in the field I WILL run up and down barking at him (on the other side of the fence of course; have you seen the size of his hooves?!).

Now, I should have added Rosie to that Substitution (hindsight is a wonderful thing), cos when human friend turned her out in the field the other day, the little horse took off like the proverbial pooh (my favorite subject) off a shovel. So what's a dog to do? Slip through the gate, past human friend and run full pelt after Rosie barking as loudly as possible of course.

Oh yes. Rosie can move alright. Especially her back legs...

I now know that wasn't one of my smartest moves (hindsight truly is wonderful), because Rosie obviously thought she was being pursued by a wolf and did what any horse who's life is in danger would do - she let rip with her back legs. Luckily for me I wasn't close enough for the full force, and she doesn't have any back shoes on, so the only thing she dented was my pride. No trip to the vet needed.

Always best to be on the other side of the fence where horses are concerned!

Apparently, human friend was yelling at me to stop, but I can't recall hearing anything but hoofbeats escaping at speed across the field. I guess I was too excited. I did go running back to my human shield with tail between my legs, and was on my best behaviour for the rest of the day. Went home and straight to bed.

So, I'm adding Rosie retrospectively to Substitution number 1, and will ONLY bark at her from the other side of the fence. No chasing. No matter how much she provokes me. Promise.