The Dog Whisperer

Last night Margaret did the ironing and while she was doing that she watched the Dog Whisperer on TV. Something weird always happens when she watches that. She becomes all assertive and won't let me away with anything.

It's disconcerting to say the least.

Thank goodness he's only on once a week.

Starting over

Losing ones blog is not so bad really. It's always a good thing to start afresh don't you think?.. and anyway I was just a pup in the previous one and now I'm fully grown.

So what's with the dog's blog anyway?

I reckon that I view the world a little differently from you humans - well for a start off I see it from about a metre further down than you hehe!

From where I stand things are simple:

• Can I eat it?
• Can I play with it?
• Can I sleep on it?
• Can it hurt me or one of my people?

Are other things really that important?