My New Home

We finally moved in last week. I have been staying with my friends, Lottie, Takara and Eddie for a while and it has been great, but I was glad to get back to my mummy and she has been spoiling me rotten. I have had chewy sticks in all the flavours that you could ever imagine- that's right, chicken... and beef!

I don't know why she expects me to sleep on my own bed though. Mum's is a king size and it is definitely big enough for the both of us- I'm only little after all. She says that I kick her in the middle of the night and that she nearly ended up on the floor once. I think that must have been the time that I was dreaming about that squirrel. It went up the tree and no matter how high I jumped, it was just out of reach. Do you ever have dreams like that? Ooh, and do you ever have dreams where you've only just fallen asleep and then you run down a hill too fast and face plant into the grass and wake up suddenly with a jolt? I hate that.

Anyway, at the moment I am learning to get my squeaky burger, bring it and drop it and then leave it. Apparently my teeth are a bit too sharp for mum's hand, so I have to keep them away. I am also learning how to roll over, which is pretty hard and I am pretending that I don't get it properly, so that mum will keep giving me treats. She stops giving me chewy sticks when she knows I know how to do something. I'm playing this one out for as long as possible.

I hope you enjoyed reading my first post. It's getting late now and I have to get some sleep so that I can wake mum up as early as I can so she can take me for a walk in the park. Night night.