The Pink Greyhound

I haven't posted for a while because I have been suffering from sleep deprivation.

Since the fourth of May I haven't had my usual 20 hours per day. On that day, I spent the whole of it sunning myself in the garden. To be honest, I got a bit exhausted and my jaw was aching from taking my toy to all the purple people coming to the door. Yet when the sun went in and it was getting a little chilly, I went inside to discover that mum had birthed a puppy.

I'm sure it's nose will lengthen in time and its tail will soon sprout. Also I'm a bit disappointed that she is called Daphne. Why not, Olive?

I kept my distance at first, waiting for her to introduce herself but she didn't. Instead I had to be the first to sniff her bottom and while she didn't reciprocate, I felt much more comfortable.

Despite my lack of sleep, I have a new place to dump my toys. Plus, it's important to stay in the good books of a pink greyhound because if the rumours are true, they feed you sneaky treats when they grow up. I can't wait.

Tales of Thievery - Compost

Humans have a passion for these black bins in their gardens. They put ‘waste’ into it and after a while, warm and crumbly compost comes out of the bottom.

Now, I love lying on a pile of fresh, warm compost as much as the next but they are literally putting food in it! I mean, why? There’s a perfectly good belly here, crying out for it.

I’ve tried everything from staring to whining. Sure, they throw me a crunchy broccoli stalk now and again but there is so much more going into this other bin.

I’m taking matters into my own paws and I’ve seen where they put it for transportation. A small pail sits by the front door until it’s gloriously filled with delicious treats.

If it’s fleshy or crunchy, I’m having it. To be honest I’m not that picky.